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Swift flight from way over there to right here, My computer to my down time does adhere, Through the iCloud my files do neatly flock, To my whereabouts, they anticipate my talk. Wanting to write poetry in the warm evenings, Whilst watching all the television ramblings, I just pick up my iPad Air, my steady mate, And my half poem’s there, as it does await. Next morning, my computer proffers effect, My inbox gets my notable attention select, For my replies and comments so important, Then i perfect my poem, my ardent garment.