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What do computers daydream about?
   Do they wish they talk back or shout?
Without a disc drive,
It would not survive,
   I’m sure it does hate to be cleaned out!

Wonder what floats above in the cloud,
   a long nap, is it even allowed?
“shut off my darn screen!
You’re only thirteen!
   Stupid YouTube is up way too loud!!!”

I’m sure it gets sick of that Minecraft,
   it would much rather float on a raft,
videos and games,
life’s just not the same,
   “now kids pick me over doing crafts!”

Sincere photos and cards are printed,
   a cute little game played by a kid,
“sometimes it’s worth it,
they quietly sit…
   but I wanna close just one eyelid!”

Remember Commodore Sixty-Four?
  “The good old days! I wish I had more!
Way before email,
was slow as a snail,
   what’s all this technology good for???”

“Please press the button for pause or mute,
   even though you think my mouse is cute,
I’m so tired tonight,
Laura, p l e a s e  don't write...
   too exhausted to even compute!”



*Written to my poor, worn out and exhausted 4 year old laptop who just told me last night he is almost too pooped to participate*

Date Written: August 20, 2016

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