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Oct 2014
little blinking lights, yellow and round,
fight to keep up with the incessant
whirring of the tape drive

the old unit, yesterday's model,
wearing it's rolled up power cord like a crown,
waits patiently in the senior center under the desk

Eventually, the whirring will stop, and the two will rock side by side
Thomas Harper
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Thomas Harper  Somewhere on the fringe
(Somewhere on the fringe)   
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