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Typewriter - You beady-eyed beast! Quit smiling At my frail efforts Or I'll punch your little black teeth Again! You have proven your disdain For pounding, one-fingered typists - You need not continue - Your point is well made. You bite my fingers, Chew my work and spit at me - You play games with my sentences Until it seems the mistakes are mine, Not yours. Have you no pity, Or understanding? Is your little clicking mind So closed A casual friendship will not do? I won't be your doting mistress - Heart throbbing in ecstatic thrills At the mere flip Of your little finger! *2nd place in Write Stuff! June 2004
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