A typewriter's ticks and dings
Forming crowns of elaborate kings
Backbones of heroes and knights
Or a spy's enigmatic flights
A symphony under the moon
Tales of plight and doom
To delight, to fright, to give sparks
O'er many imaginative larks
A sound that'll ne'er be mute
A trap with a bottomless chute
A joy as I rest in my chair
And I'm taken anywhere
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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