It was before we carpeted the living room the record player, or maybe the radio, you were dancing socks sliding on the hardwood floor freshly mopped and dried I do not remember the song you were very young so was I It was the only time I ever saw you dance
The row on row of IBM Selectrics clacking the smell is still with me hanging like the memory of disappointment 3rd period typing. The dot com bubble still a decade or more away why the hell would I want to learn to type? I wanted to be a boss not a slave. To be young again.
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