Cradle Poem by Lauren Coles
Cradle
Cradle
A baby is a precious thing,
A guitar cannot sit up on its own,
Just like a baby you have to cradle a guitar in your arm,
A guitar is a lot heavier to pick up,
I don't know how to describe the composition as far as the noise factor,
A baby would give a guitar a run for its money that's for sure,
It's all about hand coordination,
It might fall down but you don't learn anything in a day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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