MAKING MUSIC 20/03/201705/08/2020 ~ Che This guitar I remember Was once a part of my life A most tender member A most precious joint The soil of the start The point of the matter The giver of self, she gave herself up… This guitar I remember. – Che Chidi Chukwumerije. Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
Lovely, as always!
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🙂 You are the kindest, Deana.
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Love this poem, thank you
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Thank you, Ebun.
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