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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=564738" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Beloved Guitar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=564738" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The long solid neck, <br>With flowing, refinded strings.<br>A base of cherry; finished wood.<br>Defined in figure, exquisite; <br>Among other things.<br>Shaped with a curve, <br>Set down in my lap.<br>I picked up my guitar, <br>And made my fingers tap.<br>A symphony from, <br>Those melodic strings.<br>Part of my hearts amour.<br>My fingers graze along, <br>This coppery and bronze decor.<br>A roughness they slide.<br>Along the ends; <br>Roughness on my fingertips.<br>A sliding; an arry of refreshing sounds.<br>One that echos into the bottem, <br>And emerges to astound.<br>My arm embraces the frame work, <br>A base of refined finished wood.<br>Tuned to a sound, <br>Like a guitar should.<br>My fingers cradle those melodic stings.<br>The light strum of my hand, <br>Makes music; <br>The guitar sings.<br>From the mouth of a speaker.<br>Out comes a tune.<br>With a cadence strum.<br>Fingers pressed down, <br>Out the music comes.<br>A symphony from, <br>This rhythmic harmony.<br>A tone in my soul.<br>A note that's always been apart of me.<br>A feeling I once knew.<br>I recall, a sound in the distance.<br>A beauty that plays so smooth.<br>Shaped with a curve, <br>Set down in my lap; <br>I picked up my guitar.<br>It slowly starts to come back.<br>That feeling, I'll never forget.<br>I recall, a sound not so far.<br>I recall, the feeling that day; <br>The day I picked up my beloved guitar.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Jessie+Jett">Jessie Jett</a></strong></div>