How I Got My First Guitar
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Six straight tracks and a swaddle of spruce.

This was on the line;

we were only twelve when dad placed his bets

like we were boxers in the sweat.

One morning we were at some glass-case restaurant

and he insisted in sweet-n-low tones

he'd break your fucking finger.

He never lived that down,

and even now you're only halfway here,

singing some cousin's song.

Today I play guitar.

Oh, brother, I'm so sorry. It's not that I beat you.

It's only that I won.

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