Day of Change

Lawrence Holofcener

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One day

In Pensacola

A soda-pop factory fizzed.

And suddenly withered

A Palm Spring’s plastic greenery.

Employees were quitting at random

And when some were quizzed

Said they'd shamefully just discovered

That noisy and smelly machinery

Had neither the intricate mechanism

Nor the acute sensitivity

Nor the unheard-of facility

To function at 4-0 efficiency

Without overheating

Or needing replacement

Or oiling, refueling

For decades and more

As an almost forgotten tool called

The hand.

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