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A world
of machines is where we live;
It’s such a tragedy.
The human touch is all but gone,
Like ancient history.
Voice
mail, computers and fax machines,
E-mail and web sites galore,
If we should survive a thousand more years,
There’s bound to be very much more.
I want to
talk to a person,
Someone who knows what I need,
I’m tired of listening to menus,
Just answer the telephone please.
It’s time we got back to basics,
Where people are really in tune.
A cold metal box will not be enough
To fulfill our need to commune.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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