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UKU
I need to play my Ukulele
She be hangin' on the wall
Sometimes I am so busy
I don't get to play at all.
If I don't make the chance today
My fingers will go soft..
And it will hurt to mash the strings...
My reward for being sloth.
She be hangin' on the wall
Sometimes I am so busy
I don't get to play at all.
If I don't make the chance today
My fingers will go soft..
And it will hurt to mash the strings...
My reward for being sloth.
Published 4th Jun 2018
| Edited 14th Jun 2018
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4th Jun 2018 8:57pm
Good rhyme...you really have that down. I like how short your poems are. It's like having a piece of candy in the afternoon or a sliver of a delicate fruit. I don't like to gorge myself.
11th Jun 2018 2:31am
I'm really enjoying your work, Ely :) Your poems read easy yet artfully, and keep me engaged. I agree with Angelast- your writings are like a pieces of candy, or small, shining gems.
~rosegold
~rosegold
