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Originally Posted by inc0herent
There once was a man from New Braunfels
At collecting guitars he ex-cels
He said with a grin
As retirement set in
A great instrument Kinnaird West fortells
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You are very wise for someone so young,
and words flow easily from thy tongue.
I do have a collection of worth,
and it fills me with warmth and of mirth.
Quote:
Originally Posted by j. Kinnaird
A man’s wife can complain and can fume
So a collection can spell a man’s doom
But she said to her spouse
Lets buy a new house
Your guitars need their very own room
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Truer words are not spoken,
Of Kathy my love is unbroken.
She says not about what I choose,
As long as I don't mention her shoes!
Quote:
Originally Posted by roberts
The guys on this forum are decent
I came on this thread only recent
But bards you are not
If you'll let me just chime in
In the words of Vizzini "Stop rhymin"
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Stop rhyming and I mean it,
Does anybody want a peanut?
Bards we may not be,
But clever I think are we!
Quote:
Originally Posted by Steve Kinnaird
Robert, I feel your pain.
But I must add a line…or five:
There was an old vet from New York, (oh boo)
Who’d much rather play than do work. (et tu?)
He came down to Texas,
That lutherie Nexus,
But all he could find was a dork. (Or two)
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When the guitar making comes to an end,
Writing prose is where the new life begins.
You are clever and smart right to the end,
And I am glad that I call you my friend!