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The old t.v. sleeps in the alley It was thrown out a few nights ago Once, it was the center The the corner stone of a family Now, its screen is cracked as it is prostrate, in gravel It cries, but the family ignores the tears They are too busy, installing a new one A slimmer, sleeker, more distinguished Television to replace the other The new t.v. sits in the center Blissfully unaware that he too will be thrown out In a matter of months I see the old, weeping t.v. And i know that I too Will be thrown away And left to weep In a matter of time
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Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 6:59 AM UTC
The Old T.V.
The old t.v. sleeps in the alley It was thrown out a few nights ago Once, it was the center The the corner stone of a family Now, its screen is cracked as it is prostrate, in gravel It cries, but the family ignores the tears They are too busy, installing a new one A slimmer, sleeker, more distinguished Television to replace the other The new t.v. sits in the center Blissfully unaware that he too will be thrown out In a matter of months I see the old, weeping t.v. And i know that I too Will be thrown away And left to weep In a matter of time
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Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 6:59 AM UTC
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