A little guitar for the humor-weary, for the exhausted worker-bees, for my friends who paint all day and fight the revolution, for those bent over papers right now, for my friend with bodyaches, for my friend who makes the outside thing for the little things to bump around inside, and for my surfer friend who lost his love but not his desire to play. Relax and ride the Segovia wave:
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