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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=562831" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love With Strings Attached</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My first love wasn't flesh and blood<br>She was wood metal and plastic<br>With curves that drove men wild<br>My Gibson SG the best guitar I ever owned</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Running my fingers up and down her neck<br>Applying pressure in all the right places<br>While stroking her firmly with my other hand<br>Coaxing from her a scream of sheer pleasure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No tremelo bar vibrato by hand<br>Playing her was almost as good as sex<br>And when we were done she didn't ask Do you love me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I did love her<br>Holding her I was a rock star<br>Playing before thousands of screaming fans<br>Not really just some of the neighborhood girls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A teenager playing guitar in a basement band<br>One of maybe five or six on the block<br>Playing just as much to impress the girls<br>Than as for the love of the music</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saturday afternoon grab my guitar<br>Meet the rest of the band in the drummers basement<br>We kept our equipment there<br>Except for the small amp I had at home for practice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The music would flow out into the street<br>Through the open basement windows<br>One by one the neighborhood girls would come by<br>Practicing flirting with the band members</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's how I met her<br>The girl who would bear my children<br>Her curves drove me wild<br>And my SG couldn't compete</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We fooled around she got pregnant<br>Doing the right thing I married her<br>Our daughter was the most beautiful baby ever born<br>Here I was a teen-aged husband and father</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When money started getting tight<br>We sold things we felt we didn't need<br>Until we ran out of such items<br>And there was only one thing left</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took the SG to a local guitar store<br>They offered me a fair price<br>I accepted it<br>Back home I cried for losing my first love<br>And my infant daughter cried along with me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2005</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harry+J.+Couchon+Jr">Harry J. Couchon Jr</a><div class=q>
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She was wood metal and plastic
With curves that drove men wild
My Gibson SG the best guitar I ever owned

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Applying pressure in all the right places
While stroking her fir..."></div>
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