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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=546892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Billy Was A Picker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Billy was a picker on Saturday nights.<br>He’d lose himself in the neon lights.<br>He’d travel places he’d never been.<br>Even leave his body now and again.<br>He’d leave behind <br>The weekday grind <br>And soar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You’re oh so cool, the folks’d say<br>You’re gonna be a star some day<br>And we’ll all say we knew you when.<br>And act like we’re your long lost friend.<br>And when you’re on TV<br>We’ll all get to be<br>There too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Billy began to believe the praise<br>He began to plan his life for the days<br>When every one would know his name<br>A life of glamour, fortune, and fame<br>And so he changed<br>And then arranged<br>His debut.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He hocked every single possession<br>And invested in a recording session<br>He was sure he’d wow them all<br>And then just wait for the calls<br>To come rolling in<br>They’ll call and then<br>STARDOM! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He booked the local concert hall<br>Every dime he had, he spent it all<br>And sure enough, he sold it out<br>(As if anyone had a doubt) <br>They knew he would<br>He was that good.<br>A picker.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, Billy was a picker on Saturday nights.<br>He’d lose himself in the neon lights.<br>He’d travel places he’d never been.<br>Even leave his body now and again.<br>He’d leave behind <br>The weekday grind <br>And soar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So then it came, on that hot June night<br>Billy and his guitar, were ready for flight<br>Billy and his guitar, took center stage<br>Billy and his guitar, were “all the rage”<br>Said his friends<br>And so begins<br>His ride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the critics weren’t nearly so kind<br>“He always plays one beat behind”<br>“As if he’s not part of the band”<br>“And frankly don’t think I could stand”<br>“Another minute”<br>“Hearts not in it”<br>“So sad”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Billy never played another Saturday Night<br>He would no longer let his soul take flight<br>The critics were so wrong about one thing<br>His heart was in it when he’d pick and sing<br>And his heart<br>They’d killed it<br>And his voice<br>They’d stilled it<br>Forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gerry+Leopard">Gerry Leopard</a><div class=q>
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He’d lose himself in the neon lights.
He’d travel places he’d never been.
Even leave his body now and again.
He’d leave behind 
The weekday grind 
And soar.

You’re oh so cool, the folks’d say
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