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Strum
The instrument’s old
 The wood chipped
 Strings worn
 Frayed at the ends
 I position my fingers
 On the strings
 Press hard
 Ouch!
 Ignore the pain
 Press harder
 I strum
 Strings vibrate
 Beautiful, mellow sound
 Courses through my fingers
 Down to my bones
 Fills me with sound
 So much sound
 I strum again
 And again
 Then I reposition my fingers
 And try again with a  different chord
 Till my fingers are red and chapped
 But I don’t care
 Now I can play.

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