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When I was barely twenty

My records were LP's;

The needle kept on skipping,

The woofers buzzed like bees.

When thirty years had passed me

I piled up eight-track tapes

Until they reached the ceiling

And toppled on the drapes.

When forty years attacked me,

Cassette tapes were my bag.

I put them in my walkman

And watched my belly sag.

Then fifty years did find me

With CD's everywhere;

My belly still was sagging

But now I didn't care.

As sixty fast approaches

My kids urge an iPod.

I tell them it won't happen

Without an act of God.

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