Friday, July 21, 2006

| she's gone on friday and sunday


I like the sound of my guitar.
I miss having my guitars at home.
I feel hurt when dad scolds me for lending my guitar.
I'm blessed when my guitar is used to serve God.
I'm even more blessed when I serve God with my guitar.
I'm speechless when new scratch and dent marks appear.
I used to play my guitar till I fall asleep.
I spend my life's saving on her.
My guitar has no name but it's a definitely a she.
I'm blessed to have this gift from God.

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