Magic Music

As I sit under the sweet gum tree,
relaxing and drinking iced tea,
I hear a very lovely sound,
so dreamy and real mellow.
I get up and look around,
and I see this young fellow.
Seated on a pail is Gary Free,
strumming and singing right from his heart.
The words and the music are not apart.
Words float right off his lips,
the music is magic from his finger tips.
He plays that guitar and sings so strong,
I know he has feelings of so long.
He tells a picture so true,
about anything one might do.
So I sit down under the tree,
and listen to the magic music of Gary Free.


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