Dear Ukulele Girl,

I know we have never met, but I must admit, your style and grace are something of one another. You shred that guitar and strum those chords, your persona as sunny as summer. You’re beauty, is stunning, that of golden wheat feilds, your face, that of sculpted beauty. Your legs are perfect, such lust, I can not deny, so I say my Ukulele girl, I wish you were mine.


We could strum our instruments together at sunset or even walk the sandy dunes, for no matter what I dream of, your perfection is as beautiful as the glow of midnights moon.


So I say to you Ukulele girl,

Out there in the vast mysterious world lay a man You’ve never met, who’s only seen your face and skill through the power of the internet. He means no harm, he does lust your everything, for he does not mean to beckon, but only to jam with a girl of beauty, so we may strum Stairway to Heaven

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