Lincoln’s Harmonica Prayer
On the train to work today,
I met President Lincoln’s Harmonica Player.
She was old and dirty with grime covering her face,
And her skills had faded with time,
But she swore she played Amazing Grace at his funeral.
“I’ll never turn down a dollar,
But my account is full,” she said as passengers boarded.
“It was my music that freed the [...]
Posted on November 30th, 2007 by drevon03
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