Ode to My Guitar
Oh, guitar
How your wonderful sounds
Ring through my ears.
Your perfect pitch
On each
And every note.
No matter
When I lift you
To play
Your heavenly strings
Always pulled in tune.
Never would I
Leave you with
A broken
String
Or
Scratch.
Your lovely body
Fantastically painted
With your
Gradient
Flaming
Colours
Never to fade.
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