Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

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12 November 2012

The Mouse

Bleeps and bloops
loud fingers on a the keyboard
or maybe it's just the keys
While the mouse is as quiet as ever
just like the real ones.
You only ever hear a click or two.
The keyboard can't stop.
Though I've dreamt of stopping.
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