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Friday, 29 July 2011

RALPH McTELL

A small theatre, bare stage,
a brilliant spotlight playing on a stool
behind a microphone.


On you come from the side
and I feel like the only one applauding.


You sit with your guitar and play
songs to touch an audience in the dark.


I feel those shivers and throat lumps
without embarrassment.


You take me by the hand and lead me,
and who am I to argue with such things.


I am tangled in your six strings.

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