Poem: My Father’s Gramophone

Day 24 of the #NaPoWriMo Memories of a grand gramophone, I fondly recall. Built by my father in the style of the Victorian era. It was a hand-crafted, massive, wooden box, With ornamental wood carvings and linear lines which could talk. The box made with mahogany wood, Had an opulent interior to preserve the discs. The rotating table with the arm and pin, seated on the record...

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