Laptop Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
Laptop
A-s you wake from slumber,
N-ew dawn starts to break;
A-fter the dusk is gone,
B-eacon cancels the heartache.
E-arly sun twenty-eighth January remains burning bright;
L-et Saturday morning make the coal clouds white.
O-pen your fingers to the keypad,
P-alms are active left and right;
E-ither hand holds the computer,
N-ew laptop sets things
A-right.
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