Out and aboot

By rosieannabel

Dusty


An Ode... to my Guitar


My dear old friend,

I know I have left you in the corner for oh... so long,

I see you sitting there, and I want to play, and sing a song,

Ill clean you up and fix your tone,

and then you'll not be on your own,

for I will swear to keep you right,

but sorry, not tonight.

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