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Hidden Treasures

I have a metal box,
Upon my desk it lays,
Itís hardly ever opened,
And yet it lights my days.

Most everything I value
Is safely tucked inside,
Each day I stare at it
Until Iím glassy-eyed.

No voices can be heard,
No faces can be seen,
Just those funny names
Appearing on its screen.

But, oh, the love thatís felt
íCross many a cyber mile,
Transforming my expression
>From a frown into a smile!

Itís just a metal box,
It can bring pain or pleasure,
My íputer is a cyber chest
Full of hidden treasures.

©Linda E. Newman
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