AcornHouse
Venerated Member
I dropped a pick onto the ground,
I know not where, it can’t be found.
I heard it click upon the floor,
And then it vanished, out the door?
It fit me well, suited my hand,
But only solo, not in a band.
So now I’ll play with something new,
Thinking of the pick I knew.
I know not where, it can’t be found.
I heard it click upon the floor,
And then it vanished, out the door?
It fit me well, suited my hand,
But only solo, not in a band.
So now I’ll play with something new,
Thinking of the pick I knew.