the night ahead of me
.....is long and cold
.....without your presence
when i pull you close
.....to drink long of your wind and white noise
.....your great warmth wafts
..........near to my frigid extremities
..........but nearer still to my heart
the happy red glow of those ancient coils
.....illuminate my soul
.....freeing the gears of my mind from their hibernation
the hum of your anachronous motor
.....louder and heavier with each use
.....notifies the world that
..........though your technology is not long for this world
..........you will trudge forward
.....blessed in your burden
.....proud of your plight
..........to warm the human race
.....until the last gasp of hot air
..........is expelled from your vents
and when it does
.....those who kept you close
.....will mourn the death
..........of winter's workhorse
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silly poetry for a worknight. here's to avoiding homework already! :)
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