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earlier today me and my friends, timm and geoff, vetured to the local guitar center. We went in, played around a lil bit and came out. We where stopped by an old old black man, who look to be at least 90-100 years old. He had a cruch and a giant smile on is face. He said to me "sir, you look like a musician". My friends and I said "sure, we are sort of like musicians" so he went on to tell us about he had just got out of the war, and he needed bus fair to get back to Ann arbor. He said, ill play you fellas a song.. so he broke out this shiny old harmonica, and began to play and sing right there. He sung about us, being real close friends, and the success of our lives before we knew it.
I gave him some money, and we all shook hands and went our ways.
his name was harold.
we drove by where he waas standing, about 3 or 4 minutes later, and he was gone.
we looked everywhere, and noone had seen him.
What war did he just get back from?
and why did he tell us, we can see the truth in music?
it was a sign.
I gave him some money, and we all shook hands and went our ways.
his name was harold.
we drove by where he waas standing, about 3 or 4 minutes later, and he was gone.
we looked everywhere, and noone had seen him.
What war did he just get back from?
and why did he tell us, we can see the truth in music?
it was a sign.