Now this here rag is the one they used to call
the lost rag.
Sort of thing everybody knew and nobody ever bothered
to write down.
It was just a few licks, something you'd sit and play
by yourself,
when there was nobody else around. Maybe it was
some old man
showed you how to play it, a long time ago. You turn off
that machine,
I'm going to play it for you now. I said
turn it off.
Interview
Jared Carter
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Poem topics: lost, time, long, write, play, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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