Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Do-Dads

I call them Do-Dads,
Gadgets whose functions
Have been obscured
By the passing of time,
Contraptions invented
For some arcane reason
Long since forgotten,
Oddities stashed away
In cupboards and drawers
To confound those of us
Sifting through the debris,
Those weird things
Which have us question
Our fundamental assumption
That everything has a purpose.

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