Heart of Wood
by: Lisa G. Leming
I sit up late in my old room
Strumming out a sad old tune
The strings have made my fingers sore
But I still want to play some more
I have a polished, wooden heart
That's carved and bowed just like a harp
With strings so finely tuned that they
Just need a sigh to make them play
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