Remembering my acoustic guitar

Posted by raredog in Anonythor, ... | 01.20.2012 - 9:12 am




acoustic guitar

Every time I see a blind man playing the guitar on the street, I always remember my own acoustic guitar that’s spending years in the attic, gathering dust and not being able to sing a note. It was given to me by my aunt who came from the United States. It is actually a big guitar with a nice hard case, like the ones you see in movies where a musician plays on the street and people put money inside the case to show their appreciation. Maybe it’s time I take up on another sideline and go back to my love of singing and playing the guitar.


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