Rob's Torment - The Villanelle Of The Guitar

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Rob couldn't stop thinking about the guitar
It was just so super and sweet
But he could never forget the spar

That morning, Rob was shocked by the car
He had to calm himself with a heat
Rob couldn't stop thinking about the guitar

Later, Rob was spooked by a reservoir
He thought the situation had become rather neat
But he could never forget the spar

Lena said, the guitar wasn't that bizarre
Said it was time to start thinking about a street
Rob couldn't stop thinking about the guitar

Rob took action like a bazaar
The guitar was becoming too discrete
But he could never forget the spar

Rob nosedived like a slim bar
His mind became dangerously meet
Rob couldn't stop thinking about the guitar
But he could never forget the spar

Location: Kunjathur, Kerala 671323, India

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