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Feb 2012
I approach the record player about once a week.
Debate about making contact with it,
Maybe seeing what it has to say.
But whenever I play with it,
It spits out the same ****** tune each time.
This record player can't play other tunes,
Just the same one over and over again.
I've taken the time to clean the record,
And I spent hours trying to make it play better tunes.
But nothing works.
My dad walks into the room, and begins to play his tune.
"Did you study yet?"
"No"
"You'll never amount to anything unless you study."
"But I have. And whenever i do, i get the same results.
Nothing seems to change your tone"
He continues to speak
About how I never put in enough effort,
Along with the beat of the record player.
And he repeats himself always,
Just as the record player does.
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   Tessa F
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