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Ask Elvis I sit down to this- to quench this thirst I walk down in these shoes we all know these blues- back to bliss, in acoustic guitar hips paper, and piano and what do I to say? what do I have to do? reach inside and bring out the best in men and women show the devout rhyme and something true if I may, please... Elvis you were first |
Additional Notes:
This poem was written while searching for a Christmas gift for my sister. Years ago, before she was a teenager, she listened to all these old Elvis albums like crazy. While I was looking through his eNORMOUS catalog, I got a sense of the history of the man and his impact upon America- and more personally through my sister what his songs mean to many of us. Not the parody he seemed to become, but the soulful white guy singing like a black man with the blues. Some of his songs were achingly tender and sad and I couldn't help but remember this now. I don't listen to any Elvis now, but I think I will change that.
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