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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeTypewriter Torment
Typewriter torment, dreadful diseaseCaught it the first day I touched the keysYou wear down your fingers and churn out your papIt eats up your life like a dose of the clapTypewriter torment it tortures me stillIf only my doctor could see that I'm illTypewriter fever it harries me stillIf only my doctor would give me a pillTypewriter fever gives birth to a floodIt sweeps through your body and curdles your bloodYou curse and discurse but you're damned for all timeThe moment your fingers give birth to a rhymeTypewriter fever it harries me stillIf only my doctor would give me a pillTypewriter fever I'm worn to a stubI've dumped my Thesaurus and pulled out the plugI'm rending my ribbon and bending my spoolDon't bother rewinding: I'm done with it allBut why can't my doctor just say that I'm ill?Typewriter fever is paying his bill.
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