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If I were a jukebox, long-forgotten,
Languishing amidst some rusting antiques 
In a cold, cramped barn mostly filled with junk 
I would summon all the strength I could muster, 
Light up those bubbly circuits around my face 
Throw on a few 45-rpms from the fifties, 
And throw one hell-u-va party. 
I would shout, “Let’s clear a space in the center 
Where we can partner up and dance!” 
[Like they did in Toy Story 
When no one was the wiser] 
I’d extend my slender arm to a grand ol’ Edsel 
And shake a tailfin-der or two, 
Maybe rock around the clock with the Comets 
Until sun-dust starts settling through the slats 
Then put back all those refurbished memories 
Into a cardboard box full of old postcards 
Salt and pepper shakers, pompoms...and stuff, 
If I were a jukebox, long-forgotten. 

Reposted April 8, 2022
[a poem I like very much re-posted from
January, 2021. Hope you enjoy it the
second-time around.]

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