I know a little thing; it’s how to play the guitar Sometimes it takes me little, sometimes it takes me far I’m as good as some, not as good as most I love that I can play it, but do not like to boast.
I like this picture; I like it a lot, It was taken between lessons, I taught. First piano and then guitar did we learn, It’s how I make the money, I earn. It’s a lovely way to spend my day, Listening to my students play. We tap our feet and…
Older Student: “I pulled a muscle in my back.” Me: “Me too, getting older is hell.” Younger Student: “I saw a ceramic doll on the side of the road, it’s eyes bore into my soul.” Me: “I saw a cloud that looked like a bunny.” Older Student: “I went walking…