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This is a poem from a Friend a Vietnam Vet like me, we walked a lot of the same ground we shed blood
and spilled our shear and sleep in some of the same mud....
He writes poems to fight off the bad memories and I do Music, this is our way of letting go of a past that we can
never forget, as we try to remove the scars burned into our very being......
This is the first time in a long time you've heard me say anything out here, I can still talk but singing is no longer
possible....
Words...by... Clyde A Wary
Music ....&... Voice..by... Soundhound
Hope you all enjoy....
CAN-A-MER Publishing reg. © 2012
and spilled our shear and sleep in some of the same mud....
He writes poems to fight off the bad memories and I do Music, this is our way of letting go of a past that we can
never forget, as we try to remove the scars burned into our very being......
This is the first time in a long time you've heard me say anything out here, I can still talk but singing is no longer
possible....
Words...by... Clyde A Wary
Music ....&... Voice..by... Soundhound
Hope you all enjoy....
CAN-A-MER Publishing reg. © 2012
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Philip18
Fist the music: very flowing, great guitar tone and lines, smooth rhythm, all the instruments support things well. The voice gets inside my head, and the words are fascinating. I like this a lot.