A.S.D.F……..he typed,
Retyped,
Again did it, again, again………
Tick….tick, tick….tick……minutes sicken.
Soon his nearby seat she took,
A new student with hairs black,
Just a glance,
Next day, a smile, sprouted silent roots.
She got up and turned;
Her shampoo smelling hairs patted
On his face,
By chance.
That night on red bed his,
Fancy dress contest of fancies.
In love birth pain,
He does roll, twist, turn…………
He is earlier student, day next,
In attires newest.
But she came never,
Vanished in the life clouds.
Slim…..brown…..gentle…..
Still lingers shampoo smell.
His solitude pokes the sensorium,
Recollections….tick….tick, tick….seriatim.
(Set against shy rural background)
FABIYS M V
TYPEWRITER
TYPEWRITER
Have you seen an old old movie starring people in the newspaper businesses?
They had a old timey typewriter with the margin set and the return was manually
inclined to be reset with a nod and a frown and for all the world it seemed as iff
they was pushing it one way and pulling it the other at the same time
They typed and they retyped and they stopped and looked at the mistakes and
they edited the work and they inked the whiteout on the paper and they cussed
and took a coffee break and then they wrote a letter of intent to leave this
company no I'm sorry eye have been nice so far but now this JOB is monkeying
my back and eye must depart for FLORIDA or ZA. FOR all the world it is no
different on a computer except for the edit on the paper itself and just ewe try to
get a WORD document to spell words the way ewe say ewe want them to be
spelled
There there do not ponder the universe or quit your job just EDIT and misspell
the words correctly to be found a cosmic winner of the prize and utilize the means
of trash disposal to make the end come true and then ewe are a typewriter threw
and threw.
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