by Natalie Kaminski

Created on: May 31, 2010

Playing my guitar

I play my guitar

Strumming the strings

The notes flow through the air

as my best friend sings

The melody is light

and playful

When it gets dark

we play something tearful

Im plucking the strings

till my fingers get sore

We shall only stop

when I can play no more

The notes, the melody

the everlasting song

With something like this in our lives

how can anything go wrong

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