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The Blickensderfer Typewriter Factory was once located in Stamford, Connecticut. This factory produced all of the Blickensderfer typewriters. There were designs and pictures of the Blicks 1-3, but there are no surviving examples. It is assumed they were never built, yet have been found in literature. This poem I created is based off of Edgar Allan Poe's last poem written, "Annabel Lee". The entire premise of the poem is fictional:

It was many and many a year ago,
In a junk shop that it be.
That a machine there lived whom you may know,
By the name of Blickensderfer 3.
And this gadget it lived whilst no other sought,
To be loved but only by me.

When I was a child, the Blick appeared wild,
In this junk shop that it be.
But I wasn't so sure, but I had to concur,
It was a Blickensderfer 3.
With a love of the winged key tops of heaven,
I embraced the Blick No. 3.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In the Stamford factory,
A wind blew out of a cloud, sending
My Blickensderfer 3.
So that the high-born salesmen came,
And bore it away from me.
To shut it up in a cellar,
Then a junk shop that it be.

Model 3, not half so happy as seven,
Went envying it, you see.
Yes! That was the reason, as all should know,
In that ragged factory.
The wind came out of the cloud one night,
killing every other Blick No. 3.

But my love it was stronger by far than the love,
Of Blicks who were younger than he,
Of many far wiser than he.
And neither the Blicks in heaven above,
Nor the Densmores down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul,
Of the beautiful Blickensderfer 3.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams,
Of the beautiful Blickensderfer 3.
And the keys never rise, but I feel the font size,
Of the beautiful Blick No. 3.
And so, all the night-tide, I slide my hand down the side,
Of my pocket, my wallet, my wallet not there.
In my pocket, there it's empty.
I could not afford my Blickensderfer 3.

-Morton Typewriter Collection

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