Busking
Concerned messagios from fellow strummers ask if my lotus gobbling and tilling the fields have turned my voice croaky and delicate digits too calloused to caress the strings.Gouvia groovier: Fret not. The old mojo is alive and sounding better 'n ever.
The twang's the thang: I'm reunited with the guitar I played throughout my actual streetsinging days of the late sixties.
It's sounding gutsier and mellow than ever.