Day 17 ~ write a poem that features forgotten technology

Not Forgotten, High School arlene s bice

forgotten! How could I ever

high school moments remain

the dreaded mimeograph machine

comes to me in my nightmares

dripping purple ink all over me

especially my new sweater, ugh!

hands splotched for days on end

what boy would want to hold ‘em

clothes ruined forever, Mom yells

right behind it is the typewriter

ribbon saturated with the same

ugly purple ink that replaces

mimeograph stains, frustration

in replacing, filling, or just getting

it to work

so I can work

thankfully those days are long gone

let me write with a pad and pen

or my precious home computer.

high school years- prom

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