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A ₱icture from yesteryear
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A star from a bygone era
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Autogra₱hed for an admiring fan
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A ₱riceless treasure among someone’s memorabilia
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Somehow lost through the ₱assages of time
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Did its owner move?
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Did its owner die?
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₱hotogra₱hs do not s₱eak
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They ca₱ture a moment in time
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Maybe words are written at the bottom of the ₱icture
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But they do not say all
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But vintage ₱hotos s₱eak volumes
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when com₱ared with the ₱hotos of social media
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At one time food was meant to be eaten
And not ₱osing as models (₱hotogenic?) on someone’s ₱ost
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At one time a ₱ic was a treasure
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A click on a camera
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And then taking it to be develo₱ed
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Or develo₱ing it in a dark room yourself
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At one time likes were given in ₱erson
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And not an emoticon icon image of a raised thumb
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like those given by Roman colosseum crowds of long ago
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Allowing a gladiator another day of life and of breath
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At one time ₱hotos were s₱ecial
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A moment in time to be treasured
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And not a can of Cam₱bell’s sou₱ to be cast away
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Once its 15 minutes of fame was over
-A ₱oem written by Christo₱her
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Saturday November 12th
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2O22.
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