
You can hear the sound of this machine working
– you know you can –
if you’re as old as me,
and grew up in a small Midwestern town,
she was an occasional reality.
We heard about newfangled ways of serving others,
but what we had was good enough.
We understood how to fix her, simple trial and error,
no fuss or awkward searching – some days a little pat on the bottom, or the sweet whisper of, “come on baby” and she’d spring to life.
I smile because she was a dinosaur in the 80s,
yet we were proud.
Seems there is still plenty of good happening right here,
if you’ll allow it.
Plenty of good, indeed. So many things from that time survive and can still function…including us.
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Plenty of good happening for sure.
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Enjoyed the way you called her she and let us feel it
And seeing the photo and reading your words let me feel how sturdy she was
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