People say I’m out of date
But does that bother me? No!
I am a fount of information
You couldn’t dream of all I know
The essentials
The meaning of life
Not all manner of gossip, hate and nonsense
I know truth
I am solid, four square
You can rely on me
A slim model, hardly
Perhaps you find me clunky
Within my hard shell is a soft centre of love
I am protected but the ashes to ashes
The dust to dust of wicked man
Can twist me out of shape
That is not me
That is a rogue copy
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