BONGO BLEND BLUES

Bongo Blend Blues

Well, the moon was sinkin' low over the dusty plains, castin' long shadows across the parched ground. A lone coyote howled in the distance, a mournful tune that echoed through the empty air. Inside a ramshackle shack, old Man Joe strummed his trusty ukulele, fingers calloused and worn from years of playin'. His throat was rough as gravel, but it cr

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