Smile…

Faint rumblings in the air,

the sun still shines,

while my guitar gently weeps;

while suited men organize

their next round of profit taking,

and huricanes destroy our certainties,

flood waters bring down mounds of mud,

and still they deny climate change,

while myh guitar gently weeps,

passions run over into orgies of

war and destruction…

…and I was hoping to bring a smile to your

tortured face…

while my guitar gently wept.

 

Tha

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