Play on Jimi
Every kinky machine floating out there
Now her moonlight rectifies my heart
Hope is a figure of speech to the lost
The guitars sooth
The drums tight like a jazz fountain
I love the sounds of a deep bass
I loved your feedback and strat
I loved your lyrics
What a time
I wonder if they will let him play again
Play on Jimi
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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