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With plenty of courage,
You always plummit on
Always working on writing.
Your very next song.
Smiling and laughing,
Like nothing is wrong
Always you continue
Writing those songs.
How you express-
To those you dislike
You go up so gallant,
And sing it to the mike.
Playing your guitar,
Thinking of your mind
A complication of wheels
That in your songs you find.
Happy and bright,
Singing that song,
That you proudly wrote,
But that you found so wrong.
You want fame,
Of which you will get.
I won't be surprised,
For your mind is so set.
You hand me a guitar pic,
All the time you say
'Keep this Alexis,
It will be valuable some day.'
A/N: This is dedicated to my friend Rinka, also known and more commonly
known as Katherine, or Kayte, notice the . She's a super guitar
playing, poet and artist, she just needs to know that her stuff is never
crap and that she would be worth every last dollar in the world to go see
live. Many hugs Rinka, if you are reading this.
Your friend always,
`CoRn`