Guitar collector

Sitting in a room full of guitars
Tried to pluck those strings
But never got far
With each new wave of enthusiasm
A newly stringed gal
Became my favourite pal
Now i’m trapped in a room
Full of new wooden pals
Waiting to be heard
With not a musical bone left in me
To play to the birds

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