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I learned some basic guitar chords in High School. I like playing guitar, but I always convinced my hands were too small to really take it seriously. I always wanted to focus on singing anyway. This amazing guitarist told me recently that my hands aren’t that small at all, and gave me encouragement. This helped, and I have been composing more songs because I picked up the guitar. I will attempt to add a link below of me playing casually in my room.  https://www.facebook.com/100039981645735/videos/765492813201884/ Greetings! This is a small blog about random topics, unofficial and laid back! **If you like my little blog and want to support me: Paypal - @latona84 🙏🏽 Chime - $Sonia-Lopez-59 😌 buymeacoffee.com/tona11 ☕️ Cash.app - /$toabajalife 💸 THANK YOU! : )

  The best  pilot   There once was a young boy merely napping Under a warm apple tree The bright summer day didn’t beckon him To play with this other friends free   Then there came a buzzing A flapping of some tiny wings The noise did bother the boy Who’d been trying to nap since three   If he comes again I will swap him, Thought the tender sleepyish boy Then I will get on with my napping I am tired from doing my chores   There came again that buzzing A flapping of some tiny wings The noise did bother the boy It’s the second interruption, you see   The boy grabbed on to his cup The one that once had lemonade with eyes closed he waited enough to make the fly think his point had been made   Out flew his hand And with a bit of luck, The fly got trapped Right into his cup! Against the tree, attempts were made, But that little fly Was there to stay   Wait! Cried the fly! You don’t understand! If you keep me in here I will die! And I will never bec...

 I have been enjoying a live band in the small neighborhood called North Beach here in San Francisco . They play it all and they are there on the weekends lighting up the place with their booming sounds. They have world class singers, just amazing musicians, rotating acts. They play just outside of a restaurant called Little Red Window.   They are called the Magic School Busk . I feel lucky to be able walk down the sidewalk and hear live and amazing music blasting the street.  Lucky to see the small crowd of dancers grooving on down. I feel great when I bust my own moves on the impromptu dance floor. Good times.   Remember to tip the buskers if they are rocking out. : )