Thoughts that sometime...rhyme: Buried in vinyl

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Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Buried in vinyl

The black disc glides Gently to the docking station The mother ship has returned And rotates at a stately 33 1/3rd rpm. The undocking arm moves into position The decoding of the message begins As the diamond tracks in the groove. Sounds fill the air Alarming, Soothing, Tempestuous “All we need is a... Sign in to see full entry.

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