A tech pome
by Cynthia S.
How do I love Thee, G.P.S.?
Upon this I do ponder.
I love Thee for the length and breadth
of cities where I wander.
In dulcet tones you guide me,
never scold nor chide me.
Great bliss, tremors of ecstacy!
no longer challenged directionally!
Sweet fruit of our technological tree
greater than gold, your worth to me.
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