farewell typewriter now you've gone away
overdramatic and underfed
to visions unheard of in any bed
I checked my mailbox, but you weren't inside
would calling be trouble, I bet it would be
please greet the angel with courtesy
full color pictures of a black and white world
a slow dissolve as a new scene's unfurled
I'm tired, so tired, my jaw won't move
never providing a method to prove
that we love typewriter more than she'll know
searching through cupboards to reprobate
the evil bestowed her when she was eight
no dollar signs in her asterisk face
now just a hyphen and I can't replace
farewell typewriter
I love typewriter more than you know
who said that being in one place was dull
I never answered when my arms were full
I'm never competing with history again
I'm never to write on typewriter, my friend
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