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As I gently hold your rounded body close to my chest you see through me to read the tablature in my heart and feel the beat emanating from it; composing involuntarily I shut my eyes to braille read you with my calloused left hand finger tips as it moves up and down the fret board caressing your long giraffe neck; composing I sit there with you and hum soulful melodies as my right hand strum your tuned up strings and my left hand fretting a progression of chords belonging to the same key; composing you never say to me a word or two yo never tell me you are tired but when I have a song to do I sit there with you and hold you close to my chest, Strum you, caress you and you give a soulful melody with all your best; composing I sit there with you, compose songs and sometimes cry on you and sometimes smile to you I fret you, I strum you But you never say a word or two You never tell me you are tired I sit there with you and hope that your strings will not break; composing Bojosi Ditshwele ©

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Date: 8/13/2013 4:54:00 PM
Nicely done, a most enjoyable read.
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