All alone, lonely and forlorn
Is the typewriter
It feels abandoned
For the technology of computers
Has taken over the world
In some homes
It can be found
In dusty attics
Hidden away in tattered old brown boxes
Not to be found for generations and generations
It can also be found
In thrift and antique shops
Donated after a loved one has passed away
Typewriters also sit on display
In museums
For the public to admire
But in my house
Sitting on my desk
Waiting to be used
Is an antique typewriter
My favorite writing tool of all
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Very nice. I used to have an old Remington typewriter, but as soon as computers came along, I was so happy to be able to delete things without using that awful whiteout stuff! My mother was born in Canada...