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[flopping_donnie]

my guitar is in mourning
for it has no strings
will it see another morning?
we'll see what the night brings

trading lakes for ocean shore
you can tell by the rhythm of the sands
a need to find new friends, just another chore
would someone like to hold hands?

for the light goes down in the west
which means for every song sung
the ocean eats the sun's breast
i suppose the notes will land where they're flung

My guitar is in mourning
for it has no strings
will it see another morning?
we'll see if the night sings

this is my response to william blake's introduction of songs of innocence
p.s. despite what the poem suggests i'm in quite high spirits, if a little bored.