My Magic Guitar

There is a guitar
Who bought me
Found me and 
Chose me

This guitar 
Boarded a plane 
Poste haste
No time to waste

Warmly in my hands
She chimes and weeps
With joy
Its almost obscene

With her
Songs just write themselves
While my other guitars
Sadly sit on my shelf

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