Recyc'D
Just recycled laptop number four.
They lived three years each – no less, no more.
Tossing the poor things into a bin
Feels like committing the gravest sin.
Seems like dumping your best-ever friend,
With whom a million hours you did spend,
And about a trillion words did send.
Now it meets ignominious end.
But what in Heaven is one to do:
Bury it with toy it liked to chew?
Now I've another, shiny and new.
Never mind; we get recycled too.
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