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  • Think, write, print and hear the sound of
    Clickedy clack, tip tap computer keys
    Word excels the power and I point. To micro pressure
    Soft and worn we ware. We tear the life of penmanship
    To relegation, to dubitation to stand with iThis and iThat

    Even Adam bit the apple after the chatter
    Flibbertigibbet goes on and on, words
    Littered but rarely written
    Fountains of dead pens, paper parchment. And we
    Still chop those life giving trees. Stop. Breathe

    Reliance by techno-seduction, its holding key. Pressured this way
    We need, we need, I, I, I, iCan’t live without
    That tip tap, clickedy clack, gone so far I sleep with Mac
    iDo forever take thee, for better, for worse,
    Until the next release. This is death, bon voyage
    My faithful ink pen.
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