Letters Thursday v. 2.0

Dear Tamborine Man,

Play a song for me. Though you add the same noise to every song you become a part of, you hold a dear place in my heart. Mostly because of your shades. Maybe it's actually your hair. I am not sure what it is about you, but you can take me anywhere. Anytime. If you came to me I would forget about all of my flings of the past. Forget all 'dem bitches and hos. Forget about those silly 'fros. Don't got none if you don't need none. Please touch me, baby, touch me.

Not if you were the last dandy on earth,
- The Merry Making Merry Maker