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Glassed
Pass the glasses if you please
I’m told I need them as a tease
To see back through into the past
And read the words so clear at last
Must I be so old to see
A world lost so mournfully
Faded echoes of ghosts on show
A world I knew long ago
“Work from home” I was told
As I saw the world unfold
The screen burned and flickered with lines
Burned in ...
Wednesday 24th January 2024 10:14 am
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