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What shall it be this time?

A strum of my Guitar,

Or merely a reciprocal kiss

Beckons to joy and love



Pain will disguise itself

Looming in the shadows

Awaiting its feast upon my heart

After joy and love, have had their fill.



The Blues in me watches closely

While the Jester dances around

Teases me to take what pleases me

Knowing, full well

I cannot afford to pay



Shall I add another verse?

The cost of the lyric is killer

As I’m still paying, for past song

Funny how still will I

Peek out, from the walls of Hell



The Jester smiles his confident grin

To him not of question of if I will, but when?

And my three chord blues, sharpen the majors

Readies another blues player

For it is only a matter…of time







Copyright © 2003-Dennis Hicks 10/10/03