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I Never Learned To Type

When I was growing up in school I refused to take a typing class My two finger style was sufficient I had no idea what was ahead, alas That was in the dark ages when life Was not lived on a computer keyboard I advanced to three fingers but I knew My meager skills could not be ignored. So I practiced on my computer and then Became proficient enough to hold my own Then arthritis came calling to my digits I’m back to two fingers, here we go again!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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