Singing and Songing

I'm Versifier, a lowly poet and minstrel from ye olden days come forth to try and make a blog, what is that?

Come along and check out my fellow Guerilla Poet members as we do this thing called life

Ever since I was young, I had a harmonica, even so, I may have even popped out of the womb with a blues harp in my mouth, playin the brass reeds and wooden comb, air whistling and breathing a railroad steel feelin, the song and sound still silences sadness, and to this day I try to play from my heart strings, to the future, may we all sing from our soul

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