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GUITAR


Blowing my trumpet,playing the guitar right

better make everything alright

been through lots,still standing my ground

always there when I needed the most

sitted at the roadside,I played,you sung along

look where it has bought us,now on our first poem

didn't care bout money and fame

but entertain the world at large

be a voice to the voiceless and do the incredible

the greatest pleasure in life is doing things poeple 

say you can't do even when you fail, it doesn't decide your fate

to hope is to risk failure.

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Musooka T_im

.I LOVE POETRY and ART.the two match in handle.just want to change the world

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