Thursday, October 27, 2011

Thank You Note to Guitar
























Dear Guitar,
Thank you for not caring if my hair is a mess,
or that the bags beneath my eyes are more like luggage--
You are always happy to see me.

You want to sit on my lap hear about the inane details of my day.
You are the best inanimate friend a girl could ask for.

Forever yours,
Molly

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