Rhyming Willie
Here are some of my songs and poems. I can only play three chords on the guitar and some straight and cross harp so it would probably be better if you figured a tune out for yourself. Musical notation plumb evades me. Despite my lack of talent, though, I do play small parties and supermarket grand openings and Irish wakes.
Fondly and Out Loud (this is a serious Memorial Day poem I wrote after walking through a cemetery in Etna, Maine)
They Do Their Talkin With Their Hands (this is a redneck protest song, Steve Earle and J.C. Mellencamp eat your hearts out)
I’ve written more it will just take a while to get it all on this site.
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