Like our blogger, I also play acoustic guitar regularly. So I also feel these emotions. A guitar's melody tries to make a connection with our hearts, if you are a true guitar lover.
I also use a six-string acoustic guitar. Once I begin playing with it, I enter into another colourful heaven. It is a different feeling. The blogger also realises that.
Thank you for the input dogpack saving 4premium. Yes, surely, I've also enjoyed Dixieland's banjo music. Banjo artists can really strum when they are in the mood.
I agree with you but I go far there because although I stray from the guitar, I return with some knowledge worth adding. There is the six string banjo which is used for Dixieland and also used by guitar players.
It is a very inspiring blog post. A slow beginning doesn't mean it will remain less hopeful. We may improve our performance at any moment. So, possibility always remains alive. Therefore, we ought to remain hopeful until the end point appears.
This month is full of coincidences in the blogger's life. He and his father were born on the first day of March. His best friend, cousin, took birth on the 15th day of March.
The weather of this month generally remains favourable. The snow melts quickly through bright sunshine. So, he hopes for a prosperous month.
Despite a slow beginning, the month will be hopeful. He hopes so; that creates positive thinking in our the, too.
It is such a crucial matter. We often see various opinions about this particular matter.
I read your blog post carefully. I Iike it too much because you always remain logical and realistic.
You always establish your point through examples from real-life experiences and stick to the fact rigidly. You never say anything, which you can't establish.
So, it is an ideal blog post, especially for the newbie readers. It teaches how to build a solid blog post step by step.
Prompt: Words
Hope your Thanksgiving was everything you needed it to be.
Please use these words in your entry today: bargain, disaster, bookstore, groceries, walk, chocolate, and peanuts.
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Books
those simple joys in life, they keep me warm
no simple storm ever can steal their charm
like today, I *walked with my spirit high
just to pass rows of stores where goods could lie
with treasures and *bargains, as if a game
but an ancient *bookstore did call my name
so I now picked books in spines of gold
edges worn with many-a-tale untold
as if tasting *chocolate, rich and deep
and scent of *peanuts roasting, just to sweep
me off my feet; yet, when I left the store
it was squalls, rain, and life tested me more
a *disaster, no less, my patience was worn
"no *groceries now, for my wallet's torn!"
I clutched my books since my heart would be fed
still I could laugh and then, press ahead
books with joys of fancy keep me warm
and no storm today can steal their charm
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