| O office shape! fair attitude! with brede | |
| Of flatbed scan and USB overwrought, | |
| With network printing for the family's joy; | |
| Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought | |
| As doth eternity: Cold PDF! | |
| When old age shall this generation waste, | |
| Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe | |
| Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, | |
| 'Scan to USB, email thence',—that is all | |
| Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. |
Apologies to John Keats, but he didn't live in the Future like I'm doing right now. It sure makes it easier to get copies of documents to the realtors.
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