by Gregg

I sit here
Think and dream
In front of me
Two tubes gleam

Soft sounds
They do fill
My little room
What a thrill

The sounds to take
Me to places
Far from here
Wide open spaces

Glowing tubes
Filaments bright
In the dark
Lighting my night

I now doze
Tired and weary
Their warm sounds
My heart cheery

I see the pentodes
Glowing bright
My dreamship goes
Second to the right

And on into the morning

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