An Ode to an Object: My Computer
Horatian Ode:
O computer, silent sentinel of the digital age,
With keys that dance beneath my fingertips,
You bring the world to my fingertips,
A window to realms both near and far.
In your circuits hums the pulse of progress,
In your screen, the stories of our time unfold,
You are more than a machine, you are a gateway,
To knowledge, to connection, to infinite possibility.
Irregular Ode:
O computer, you magical box of wonders,
With your silicon heart and plastic shell,
You sit upon my desk, a modern marvel,
A tool, a toy, a treasure trove of knowledge.
In your depths, electrons dance and swirl,
Creating images, sounds, and words,
You connect me to the world beyond,
To people, to ideas, to endless information.
O computer, you are more than a machine,
You are a companion, a confidante,
In your pixels, I find solace and inspiration,
In your memory, I store my dreams and aspirations.
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