Bringing Her Back
I met her in the Thrift Store.
She was almost a goner.
Beat up, neglected, but I could see that she had once been a babe.
She was completely unstrung and her nut was cracked.
Her bridge was missing, but I could get her another.
As I began gently turning her knobs, she seemed to shudder.
The scratches on her back and neck weren't too deep.
I washed off her dirt and grime.
I even cleaned in those hard to get at areas.
But her body still had those amazing curves:
I knew there was something wrong with her guts:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
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