84) Epilogue - Apr. 07, 1987
In the preternatural glow
Sits a being who’s eyes reflect no soul
He thought he’d win the fight
But the T.V. was his plight
But it was stronger
And he sat there longer
There is no hope against his infatuation
And his lack of imagination
Thus he sits and gathers dust
While the other – rust
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