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A Poem by amanda weinert

your fingers touch

when you play me

everyday

used and abused

old but bold

but still you play me everyday

your fingers touch

on all my strings

great golden guitar

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Added on April 17, 2008

I'm Amanda. I love the summer, and hate wearing socks. im overly dramatic, and get mad and upset over everything. And writting kinda helps :] more..