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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