Our Man in Europe/Belize/Ukraine, dave delacroix: No: 001: "GUITAR!!!"
I strummed a chord, I saw your face and FOOL that I am the rest is History? I strummed a chord on my guitar, it resonated, love and war? Nations WAR-D, People sought PEACE and all the time I just hungered for your face?
I strummed a chord, resonant!!...It resounded beyond my countenance? I strummed a chord ...only for YOU and gave a lesser World a feud?
I strummed a guitar, a GIRL, she sang the words; her sound, lost in WARFARE, her beauty-distressed?
Her SOUL lies on a battlefield, MAULED-deranged; her petticoats now bandagers for TEEN-AGERS who-d live on the NET, now wounded, freezing to death, thinkin of MOM!!!?
I strummed a CHORD, no guitar for ME again. I cry OUT to the Angels!?
c.davedelacroix., Corozal-Belize. BEWARE the IDES of MARCH!
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