Gps Again - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Hey friend, GPS
or maybe enemy.
I know you…know you well…
knew you before birth
I was you
with sextant, astrolabe, other tools
I made lines LOPs that you use
yours come of satellites
mine varied, were many
I had the TACAN and VOR, ADF, and LORAN
Devil you are and surpassed me
Sometimes like crazy.
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