Thirty Five

Strumming my guitar now and its
Nice and quiet and safe to do for
Everyone loves a nice sweet tune
And no one likes it out of tune
It does what it should and nothing
But that which it can do because
I don't have a guitar, or the talent,
I just strum the air, or a synth,
And the result is magic, in my head
The old masters of music are dead. 

The End

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