Harp to a Harmonica

If I was an instrument

Just currently crafted

As I am


 The old sounds would come from my fresh body

 And startle those near


My simple, small, structure

Should not produce such a sound

And challenge everyone else for attention

That`s not my job


 I Can match with anyone though


I am useful


I am classic


I tune into melancholy jail blues

But I can find upbeats in downs

Can find a way to drown in happiness instead

If I wish it


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