ODE to my O2 CONCENTRATOR!

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Before you came

Into my life.

Lampwork was filled with stress and strife.

 

O2, O2

To feed the fire,

Was a nuisance to acquire.

 

Driving empties

To the store.

Spending money, needing more.

 

Lugging tanks

To house from van,

Was I artist or moving man?

 

Family grumbling

About the chance,

Of setting fire to the manse.

 

Bead so perfect,

Almost complete.

02 runs out, I want to weep.

 

But now you’re here

On my small porch.

A magic motor to run the torch.

 

Oh Concentrator,

Safe and stalwart,

You light my fire, you have my heart!

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