Typewriter
Into the kitchen for a cup of jo,
then it's off to my study, I will go.
Sit down, relax, get everything right,
before I know it, morning is night.
Roll the paper, neatly into place,
tap,tap,tap,don't forget the space.
Mind is in gear, words flowing with ease,
oh crap, where's my white out, I hit the wrong key.
Page after page the words start to flow,
stop, take a break, I really have to go.
Grab a quick snack, then it's back to my chair,
to finish my masterpiece, without a minute to spare.
It's been a long day, my works finally done,
until next time typewriter, for another long run.
Colleen Marie Bono
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