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Daily Archives: January 19, 2017
Not Those Kind of Blues: blues sonnet
There is no need to holler or to shout, no need to raise a holler shouting out; those ain’t the kind of blues I’m talking ‘bout. The world is in a worry, sure enough, the world is full of worry, … Continue reading
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