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The Punch Card

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I hear the past
It calls my name
And It shows me
Hundreds of days,

Most are all
Just empty marks,
Just punched out holes
In the punch card
Of my pre-programmed past.

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Deepak Amembal 04 February 2005

hmmmm...life has become such a routine.....programmed! no wonder it reflects so correctly in your wonderful poem.....a true reflection of humdrum! nice

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Theodora Onken 04 February 2005

I used to do that very thing, back in the day. How tedious and boring was my IBM...working for the courthous...it was a neverending day of holes...on cards. Loved it. Theodora

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