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Stylus, Radio and Broomstick
in memoriam Les Paul
You took us for a glorious ride -
beyond the lofty moon
and back to greet the rising sun.
How did you ever fathom
that a stylus, broomstick and radio
could sweep away our blues
or that you and your Mary
could clone into twenty four?
Wherever you are I hope you meet dad
who cherished your music so.
Your name was on his guitar
and your songs were etched on his soul.
August, 2009
poem
by
Robert Charles Howard
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