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The year 1939 Her voice one to change the world..
Crackling songs and men so bold..
Yester year I've been told..
Her eyes a earthen brown her voice came
out like a baritone..
Her shape that one could not forget, tho
many have tried to imitate..
She gave us hope and laughter..
We cried when the world weeped..
And songs we all sang and danced to..
Her heart was just a tube
EV5GI I think..
Powered by touch and the wanting to know..
She forged the human race..
I have fond memories of her veneer frame..
Her varied shapes and different names..
Crosley, Fada, Silvertone to name a few..
Her voice is still a welcome turn of knob,
and a ear to the speaker..
If you haven't heard her singing and tapped your feet
listened to Hitler's defeat..
Watched the dail light up and her tubes warming,
the wonderful glow from a small hidden bulb..
She will just sit there waiting
for your loving touch..
Crackling songs and men so bold..
Yester year I've been told..
Her eyes a earthen brown her voice came
out like a baritone..
Her shape that one could not forget, tho
many have tried to imitate..
She gave us hope and laughter..
We cried when the world weeped..
And songs we all sang and danced to..
Her heart was just a tube
EV5GI I think..
Powered by touch and the wanting to know..
She forged the human race..
I have fond memories of her veneer frame..
Her varied shapes and different names..
Crosley, Fada, Silvertone to name a few..
Her voice is still a welcome turn of knob,
and a ear to the speaker..
If you haven't heard her singing and tapped your feet
listened to Hitler's defeat..
Watched the dail light up and her tubes warming,
the wonderful glow from a small hidden bulb..
She will just sit there waiting
for your loving touch..
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