my mom liked country music
i wasn’t sure what to make of it
born in a mecca of diversity as far as the blind eye could see
race segregation economics roach versus beetle infestations
but country was white blues i felt
Johnny Cash praised God like Rev. Gary Davis would
Dolly and Kenny brought joy to my mom and her kibbutzi sisterhood
Willie and Kenny transported a 7 year old pig tailed little girl to another America while on various road trips with the acquaintance to those angels
there has never been any doubt my drum is not only different but off as well
i can’t say that life made me this way but here i am
my thoughts have never been linear and yes i like it hard
music people music
not necessarily in volume but in soul Patsy i’m still in love
with our heartache our diverging dreams
you fell to pieces and i preferred to cut
piano bars mosh pit stops jazz hangouts agape screams i love them all the same
and every now and again when it all gets insane i remind myself that all diversified complications still carry the same twang
RIP Gambler 🃏
words less spoken 
RIP Gambler 🃏
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You got to know when to hold em know when to fold em know when to run🎶🎶🎶🎶
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When the day is done
You can count your money…🎶🎶🎶
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Awwww thanks for singing with me! 🧡
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I loved it! I could hear him singing.
Anytime my friend! Anytime! 💕
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RIP indeed Kenny
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Nice piece.
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Thank you friend stay safe xoxo
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That’s the plan. 😀 You too.
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He was part of my childhood too, my dad even grew and shaped his beard to a fair resemblance. He’s singing with Johnny now.
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Yes I bet his duos with June are pretty wicked thanks for reading and sharing friend xo
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