The Ukulele

It was dark brown and rugged,

Light reflected on it as it was well-polished,

4 strings was enough to make me drift away,

Every time you strummed the strings,

The melody it made, sent me to the stars up there,

But when you started to sing,

Your voice,

Sent me way back in time,

To the day I met you.

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