Anecdote of the Guitar

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  1. Quin Finnegan says
  2. Hartford VP says

    The vivid, florid, turgid sky,
    The drenching thunder rolling by,

    The morning deluged still by night,
    The clouds tumultuously bright

    And the feeling heavy in cold chords
    Struggling toward impassioned choirs,

    Crying among the clouds, enraged
    By gold antagonists in air–

    I know my lazy, leaden twang
    Is like the reason in a storm;

    And yet it brings the storm to bear.
    I twang it out and leave it there.

  3. Philosophy aside, the Random capitalization Is killing Me.

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