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My Guitar Pick

By , oak park, MI
Small
Pieces of plastic
Falling in my hand
One
Of each color
Looking like the rainbow

Thick
Thin, skinny, medium
They even have one,
To match the color in my eyes

Flick
Flock, flick, flick
The plastics hitting the stringz’
Beautiful
Natural, flowing, rhythms’
Singing
From my guitar

When I can’t hear this sound
It makes me feel
Sick
The cure?…

My guitar pick.





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