A poem to a female friend who had a temp job repairing printers. A platten roller is the cylinder that presses the paper against the toner drum and is often a source of paper jams. Read the poem as if it was a classic, highly repetitive blues song.
I woke up this morning Platten Roller Woman So I called her Platten Roller Woman She showed up at my door, Platten Roller Woman
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She blew out the dust Platten Roller Woman She slammed it closed Platten Roller Woman She just smiled Platten Roller Woman |
here is something I hope is doing no evil.
there could be more of them