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I named my calculator
Flapjack,
After one day I presumed I lost it,
Luckily, I found it
Till now.
Oh woe to the sad tale,
The ideal calculator,
What it was.
How was I to know
That the buttons would
Fall to the wrong hand.
What kind of justice is it,
When someone steals
Your calculator,
Return to me
What was once mine!
Oh flapjack,
How I miss thee,
The calculator that would
Spit out numbers
That I could not calculate it
Only my memories of
You shall stay in my heart,
Even if you perished
From my sight.