Six strings and twenty-one frets When i play you its like magic My fingers slide along the fret board and it sounds like angels singing in the wind. When i write music I feel a sense of greatness But it is not me who is playing It is God playing through me as he does through so many others. He uses us in many ways as musicians and poets and maybe just as good people. He uses me through my guitar and i love it My guitar is what keeps me out of trouble It keeps me away from the things of the world. When i am asked to go to a party i do one of two things Read or play And most of the time I choose to play.Birth sign: Libra
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