Hey, this is the second poem I decided to post. I randomly wrote it in Algebra on the back of a photograph I took of my guitar. See if you can find the hidden message!!!
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My guitar sitting in the sun.
A picture of my friend.
Daringly and boldly beautiful.
Young, fun, beautiful.
Light dancing off the wood.
Over the strings, the fretboard, the neck.
Very beautiful, very shiny.
Ever so shiny.
Soaking in sunlight.
Young, fun, beautiful.
Over the strings, the frets, the neck.
Utopia has a form, this is it.
