HEATED
An anvil she is.
Her moves never a miss.
A long tail she had,
That fed right from, a 3-pin pad.
Her stage is a board.
She heats when she feeds.
And gracefully glides,
As slow as it seems,
Across the crumpled,
Out comes the corrected.
Dartebiota
Khoo Yihan 2A112
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2 comments:
This one reminds me of a man I used to watch in India who made his living ironing. It was a huge iron filled with burning coke/coal and always glowed red...no electricity there. He was a maestro: tall, handsome, immaculately dressed, his movements were those of a music conductor and he did everything with a flourish. Little kids used to sit and watch him for hours!
Wow. Impressive (:!!
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