When the sea finally rose
Only Che was left
He found shelter
In a Storage King shed
With a garden on the roof
And a boat at its edge.
For supplies he’d row
To the nearest store
His long white beard
Curled up on the floo…
that guitar sound beautiful and sensitively auctioned chille…
Everything I've heard, so far, I LIKE!
I like it!
You tell a good story!