JOSE MURGUIA

(4/14/80 / aztlan CITY OF ANGELZ! (EL MONTE))

MY GUITAR.


my guitar has six strings,
it gets lonely when nobody sings,
musical and magical,
my pick makes my guitar sound so magical,
and no matter were i go shes right there,
when i play my guitar people always stare,
we sound so good together,
i hope my guitar will stay with me forever,
my guitar has six strings.
but it gets lonely when no one sings,
my guitar is never out of tune,
it doesnt matter who i play it too,
wether you're happy, mad or feeling blue,
just remember my guitar will help you get thru.


1/11/2009
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia

Submitted: Monday, January 12, 2009
Edited: Saturday, February 21, 2009

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