I sit at my computer
Typing words
To the softest
Almost silent click clack
Of keyboard beneath
My finger strokes
I yearn for an old school

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Typewriter
The loud
PUNCH
Of the keys
As rhythm, rhyme
Flows from my mind
To the coiled sheet
Of

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Paper
Hitting the keys
With effortless flow
Sometimes I reach for
A notebook
With all its lines
And structure
I quickly grab a

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Pen
Full of India ink
To have the ink flow
In one ongoing script
Of verses that

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Hurt
But then I give up
Because my hand
Simply cannot write
As much as my mind

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Pours
Rhythm and woes
And this typewriter
Always running out of

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Space
Has become very maddening
With the rewind
So I quickly switch back to my

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Computer
And continue writing
with out the stop of

*DING - new line!