January 7, 2011

What am I?

Every day you pick me up
to listen to my gentle tune
maybe rock, rap, or jazz all depending on your mood.

From your hand i watch you sway
back and forth everyday

In the car or on the bus
when I'm here you will not fuss

For every time I'm here or there
whispering softly in your ear

I know i have done my job
when i hear you singing along

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