Deep Sleep

When i die and i get

put down for the long

deep sleep

place my Guitar on

my chest put my pick

in my hand

so i can play

on the other side



I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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2 Responses to Deep Sleep

  1. I read this on Facebook yesterday and now I see it here – well done, Bradley.

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