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The Old Typewriter

All alone, lonely and forlorn Is the typewriter It feels abandoned For the technology of computers Has taken over the world In some homes It can be found In dusty attics Hidden away in tattered old brown boxes Not to be found for generations and generations It can also be found In thrift and antique shops Donated after a loved one has passed away Typewriters also sit on display In museums For the public to admire But in my house Sitting on my desk Waiting to be used Is an antique typewriter My favorite writing tool of all

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Date: 11/29/2016 6:03:00 PM
What nostalgia you arose. My Dad was a typewriter/office machine repairman, retiring just with the advent of computers. I learned to type on an old Smith Corona. His favorite was the Underwood. Thanks for the memories.
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