Voice recorderA Poem by Rossenlast wordsI found a voice recorder while climbing over rocks Dented and scratched I wonder if it talks Tiny little buttons which one will it be When I tried the power one It said these things to me "This is not your voice recorder you should let me go Climb to the highest rock aim for the sea and throw" I found a voice recorder while climbing over rocks Put it in my pocket now It's muffled when It talks I climb to the highest one and look down at the sea I catch my breath... I look at the last there is of me I turn around to go down and hear these words This is not your voice recorder you should let me go Climb to the highest rock aim for the sea and throw I set it down where It was found and turned it off... © 2012 RossenAuthor's Note
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Compartment 114
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Added on February 4, 2011Last Updated on May 12, 2012 Author
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