Tribute to Shakey

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words arrive like meteors,

songs born from the earth

they hit my brain 

like heavy rain

new folklore given birth,

I don’t do much rehearsing

it knits together fast

pure rhythm springs

across these strings

anthems built to last,

I know this is a golden time

and none may do me harm

ethereal material, the

muse hangs on my arm,

one day I’ll give the girl away

the harvest will be mine

these silver frets 

have no regrets

in this my time to shine

GRS 09/24.