Record

I was born in 1965
when love was still around.
I was slipped into a sleeve
and put on a ship, America bound.
I was put on a shelf one day
but was instantly picked up for my sound.
I was forced to go under a needle
which spun me round and round.
Years later, I was put in a box
where I am lost and will never be found.
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Personification #1 for my poetry final in Creative Writing