<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=551048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Drums</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tried to teach her guitar<br>wrote down tabs, chords<br>but we didn’t go very far.<br>She hated the red of her fingers, <br>the strumming of the string, <br>and most of all the plucking.<br>I hate guitars she blurted, <br>my eyes were bloodshot red<br>doesn’t she know they’re worth it? <br>I rolled my eyes, told her to leave<br>shaking my head<br>my sister was starting to be a peeve.<br>She wasn’t having fun, <br>I understood and sighed, <br>she did say all she wanted were drums.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Janine+Alyssa+Navarro">Janine Alyssa Navarro</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=551048" data-title="Drums de Janine Alyssa Navarro" data-description="I tried to teach her guitar wrote down tabs, chords but we didn’t go very far. She hated the red of her fingers, the strumming of the string, and most of all the plucking. I hate guitars she blurted, my eyes were bloodshot red doesn’t she k..."></div> </div> </div>

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