It misses a bit in track 8
Skips thirty seconds in

So what?

I can cope with that

It now jumps thirty seconds in
On track 8
And plays little of the track
Skips on 9 too

So what I can forgive that

It was as he took the point
On a pair of compasses
And drew from centre to edge
That I could not care so little anymore

And now I do not play that CD
It gathers dust on my top shelf

* The original came from an idea that both Christine Redman Waldeyer and I
wrote poems on, I did not post the poem I wrote until I updated it and
reworked it for now. Her version was included in her recent book "Rains of
Roses". *