Skyward. What wilt thou? Hold the line, no doubt
See'st thy efforts unsurpassed
Whens sudden rest rents time at last
Thy team, of life designers how divine?
Thine craft, d'elegance with ev'ry eye's detail refine
Can still sustain
Technology's crest and demand's domain
Thy gods, no more than senses entire,
From whom at once our needs might aid desire
Poly-Technic Life-Defining Vine
The first of computing's stocks is thine
Yet case and home button are but as must
New touch screens give storm-tost text'r trust
Unless thou dare
To be the sport of friends text, beware
O bold iPad2 as best, at One-point-three pound weight
Yearning Apple Store customer demand and constant stay-up-late
O shun the waited veiling
That girt the heart-strung glit'ring making
-Written by Todd Lowery
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