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Bluesman

With a beat up old acoustic guitar,

played with passion and violence,

an old bottleneck,

a voice that sounds like dying, birth,

or both

Mesmerizing, resonant foot tapping,

your sermon rings truer,

than any preacher’s ever could.

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