The Les Paul electric guitar,
Over the decades I became,
In and of myself, a great star,
Musicians strumming me to fame.
But of course I do credit Les
Way back in 1940's when
I was just a work in progress.
He worked out all my kinks and then
To the world he introduced me,
My sounds to blow the crowds away.
A master of sweet harmony,
All kinds of music I do play.
Sadly, Les Paul is dead and gone,
But thanks to Les I'm playing on.
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Akhtar Jawad ever said on the16 August 2015: Ima Ryma writes heart touching poems. She is always impressive.. I so fully agree 5 Stars Topscore.