The Lonely Acoustic

We used to sit on the porch

Watch the cars go by

Lighter’s flame like a torch

Smoking our pipes

Drinks in our hand

Smiles on our face

The sun will tan

As we sit in place

This is where the acoustic is strung

To the happy days that ended

And the sad days that begun

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