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Feb 2019


Its melodic sound
As she plucks through the strings
The music emitted was bound
As the waves rush with long rings

It humed through the air
And beamed to our ears
Her music was fair
As she serenaded her peers

The Guitar Song was loud
The Guitar Song was proud
It showed all her heart
And kept us from falling apart.


Mohannie
Written by
Mohannie  18/F
(18/F)   
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   Fawn and Perry
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