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A Doom of Impending Sense
When you are driving away
for the daily run
Of errands, appointments,
disappointments
You know you’ll enjoy the
company of your MePhone –
Which you have left upon your desk at home
You buy a magazine in the
checkout line
Or find a book in some
cold waiting room
Or read an editorial in
the local wipe
Or remember a poem from
seventh grade
You glory in words, words and
images dense
And feel a doom of near, impending
sense
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