Broken iPod
Things were fine, and going well
It was so cool taking pictures
Something that would last forever
Memories, I guess you could say
I thought for sure you would be better
Upgrade, better pictures…but no
You decided to break yourself
And I don’t even know how
Like the colors of the rainbow
You turned from red, to orange
To yellow, on and on you went
You turned on and off five times
Almost like a seizure, you didn’t know what to do
I take it you no longer wanted to cooperate
So I left you on the table
Haven’t taken a picture since
Good bye broken iPod
Rest in peace
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