Once I had a fine machine
The like of which I’d proudly boast
Until the workings worked “no more’
It then gave up the ghost
Nothing ever lasts forever
Especially things we need the most
How tough it is to be without
When things give up the ghost
I could have written so much more
If I’d have stayed engrossed
I stopped awhile and then came back
But this work gave up the ghost
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