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I wanted to sell out or a moment of reverie from a middle aged tech worker.

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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