Four beeps, a sudden click:
Door opens. That’s the trick.
A stack of cards, in plastic sealed,
A pack of discs in a clear jacket revealed.
A sturdy blue book in one corner
Houses thoughts of a scribbler.
Triumphs, failures, boredom, and fun
Provided by a torch that lights the way for one.
A white minuscule object says hello. “Heigh ho, Heigh ho!”
This little fellow has a light that would glow.
This mini big brain stores things that wouldn’t be
Printed if one asked for the owner’s biography.
Beep here, beep there. A contented smile:
A pair of brown balls glance around once in a while.
Click! And the doors are closed. Surely it is not a fault—
Nobody knows anyway, that a life’s hidden inside the vault
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