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Friday, February 18, 2005
Air guitar god
I used to see him on my morning commute. He always stood at the bus stop playing air guitar. He had all the moves. He was a air guitar god. He rocked with out a care in the world. He jumped, danced and rocked as if the song would never end, One day I saw him across the street from his normal space and he was playing drums. Then one day he was gone.
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I can see why you like my Life Watch. You watch Life too.
I enjoyed my visit and will be back for more.
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