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Useless

It won't get the washing done,
Make the beds, pay the bills or make that call.
It won't bring a love back,
Though it may hold out a cup of cold solace.
And it won't help in serenading a new love - in this day and age?
A poem! You're kidding! No, it'll sit smirking
On the page or computer screen, much too pleased with itself.
It won't try to prevent disease and death, but it yearns
For its own imprinted immortality -
So just see it doesn't get it, turn the page over,
Click away, let it go > now

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