Hybrid Picking Magic

Saturday night fever

He asked if they could meet

Not a moment wasted

He swept her off her feet.

 

His tongue as skilled as his plectrum

The magic of his fingers unleashed

He strummed her fears and pain away

Sweet surrender and release !

 

— that mishmash  ( Viva la musica !)

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