Kindle Kill

From car to plane to train this body went,
so tired that I dropped my Kindle twice.
My brain was dull;.my stamina was spent;
I closed my eyes. My grip was not precise,
and though retrieval fixed each fall event,
when I reached home and stretched within a nice
hot bath, I once again succumbed to sleep.
And killed my Kindle, loosed into the deep.

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