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Friday, April 3, 2015

A machine poem

I dream of laying
Under the clear blue sky
Opening the blinds
I stay put, wonder why
 
Lodged between the
Couch and the chair
The TV and the PC
Causing technology wear
 
Mechanical, life is now
Dulling the general pace
Paying the huge price
My entire being is debased

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