Friends and possessions

my fine guitar, my brand new car
both take me places near and far

one soothes my head when I feel dead
or creates music in a bar

the other one can blow my hair
when, down, the window rolls once more

and pulls me out of some despair
with foot and pedal to the floor

both leave a feeling in my soul
of having been a different place
and both can pull the frown away
that settled deep upon my face.


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