Treasure Island

chandra thiagarajan


COMPUTER (Cinquain)


Computer
A machine
Of great use
Without which many lives
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Submitted: Sunday, June 30, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013

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  • Shahzia Batool (7/4/2013 8:32:00 AM)

    it has revolutionized life now, both positive and negaative sides are there, but there's much loss of pleasant things too...people used to go for a long walk, long sittings, now modern life is hostage to the web world! (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (6/30/2013 10:54:00 AM)

    Computer
    A machine
    Of great use
    And used sadly
    For much abuse

    I wrote this poem but have never posted it ages ago. Strange how great minds think alike yet different.
    Like it BB =: OD (Report) Reply

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