I hear the past
It calls my name
And It shows me
Hundreds of days,
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I used to do that very thing, back in the day. How tedious and boring was my IBM...working for the courthous...it was a neverending day of holes...on cards. Loved it. Theodora
hmmmm...life has become such a routine.....programmed! no wonder it reflects so correctly in your wonderful poem.....a true reflection of humdrum! nice