Harmonica

01 Jan 2008

·Xillus X

Harmonica An instrument of sad hobos, cowboys, prisoners, and loners everywhere, you wail the heartache of lost love, lost horizons, and long lost freedom. You become the lips, voice, soul - the very essence of the lives of the lonely when they need you. Calling a dingy pocket a home, and a loner your only friend, you continue crying out the sad, sad songs without a single complaint. I thank you - for the understanding companionship.

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