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Nov 2013
Some throw them
together like *******
some misuse them
without concern
some play with them
like a box of toys
some use just enough
and discard the rest
some cherish them
awed by their complexity
some shy away
feeling inferior
some are experts
who know them well
and some abuse them
every chance they get
and me, I wonder who
that little boy was
that gave me so many


©2012 Lyn
Lyn Senz
Written by
Lyn Senz  M/Ohio b.26dec1963
(M/Ohio b.26dec1963)   
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