Friday, September 14, 2012


A man had a machine,
Incredible it seemed,
A card it could make,
Your thoughts remade.

Some were beautiful,
So full of light and grace,
Others dark,
Of sordid taste.

If your heart could be sold,
Stationary for the human race,
What changes would you make,
Before to paper it was made?

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