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Guitar and Strings
She used to be a happy set of stings
 Tied in tune with her guitar
 Together they made beautiful things
 Until the guitar decided she wasn’t up to par
 Now forever they are afar
 
 She walked the streets alone
 Seeing other strings and guitars together
 Wishing she could make music on her own
 To make things worse she was in bad weather
 She was feeling like a lone feather
 
 How could her guitar leave her?
 Their music was the best
 Their love will never reoccur
 Oh, she was so depressed
 Will her angst ever rest?
 
 Stings are not meant to live life solely
 A set of lonely stings is just bizarre
 So she tried to find another guitar woefully
 Have you heard of something as sad thus far,
 As strings without a guitar?
 
 The strings searched for another mate
 And she found a guitar she thought was the real deal
 But he was of a different trait
 He needed strings made of steel
 But she is nylon, and therefore not ideal
 
 *
 
 Meanwhile on the other side of town
 There was a guitar sitting alone
 The poor fellow was feeling down
 Because his strings are unknown
 So now he can’t even produce a groan
 
 He searched the world for the right set of nylon
 But to no avail
 He wanted something to guide him, like a pylon
 He couldn’t believe that his strings would just bail
 Without them he will surely fail
 
 One day he spotted a possible mate
 Only to discover she would not meet his needs
 For she was of steel, oh cruel fate!
 Is this punishment for his bad deeds?
 Or is life nothing but misleads?
 
 Everywhere he went he saw happy pairs
 Guitars as happy as kings
 A lone guitar draws stares
 Have you heard of sadder things,
 Than that of a guitar without strings?
 
 *
 
 The poor stings have given up all hope
 The guitar felt the same
 So they went to the park to mope
 They both felt lame
 And full of shame
 
 Then their eyes met!
 Could it be?
 Would the guitar have strings on top of his frets?
 Was there a lone guitar by the tree?
 Yes there was, as far as she could see!
 
 They walked as in a dream
 To see if they had met a match
 Soon they realized they made the perfect team
 They fell in love by the strawberry patch
 Not believing their luck at this perfect catch
 
 Never again did they feel sad
 Because from then on they where together
 Nothing would ever be bad
 No longer feeling like a lone feather
 They made beautiful music forever
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