POEM: Life is a 45 Record

is a 45 record
Most of us are playing it as a 78
Or perhaps we are being played
Few are old enough to get this
Even fewer are wise enough

Most of us lived rushed.  For those of us old enough to remember 45 records AND 78 records (or record players), 78s were played at a much faster speed.  Playing any 45 record at 78 is likely to sound more chipmunkish than human.  If chipmunk sounds to you then you probably don't get this.  If chipmunk sounds envelop your and you find this annoying, then there is .  The wise slow down and life as it is meant to be…

P.S. If you don't know what a record is, don't worry, it isn't any kind of record.

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