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There’s a muscle in my back Left trapezoid, north of the rhomboid That never relaxes. It’s the muscle that can’t stop grabbing for the guitar. “There, there, there!” I show…
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I might have to purchase an American flag and hang it on my porch. I come from a family of patriots. Every July 4 my mother dressed my sisters and…