my mom, my best friend, and i
first we went to a pawn shop
and although it was beat up
and had a fiberglass back
and honestly i didn't think i liked it
i went straight to it.
he tuned it and i listened
we tried multiple guitars in there
and then we left.
we walked over to another store
one with only brand new guitars
but i didn't like any of them.
except maybe one or two
but even then i kept partly wanting
to go back to the old guitar.
my best friend could tell that
the new guitars, weren't right.
so we went back to the pawn shop
and i played the old ovation again.
i knew it was the right guitar.
and so my mom wished me
Happy Birthday...early.
and bought it, and a case.
we drove home and once there
we cleaned it up and wiped it off
and then we tuned it.
and i love her.
she has many scars and a deep crack
but she also has a story to tell, to sing.
she's all mine. and she always will be.
i love my guitar.
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