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I scribble my work notesKeeping my guitar asideMy song hangs in the airAs in my daily rut, I slide The pen writes deepImpressions go beyondIt takes its tollSmudges my happy song I need to pull backSit back and relax a littleThere is the sand that flowsThrough the hour glass so brittle I pick my guitarIContinue reading “My buried musical notes”