Long before my first email was sent,
When videogames did not involve much art,
Many an hour, I had spent,
Trying to get past Mario Kart.
When the iPhone was far away,
And Windows XP was all the rage,
On my GameBoy I would constantly play,
Until we came out of that age.
The minute I got home from school,
As though I was in a trance,
Anything in my way I would outrule,
And flip open my GameBoy Advance.
Not for long, the year remained the same,
The turn of the century became old news,
New boxes were now Game,
And my Gameboy, I would often lose.
You have not just been a mentor,
But also a friend,
I love you, dear Gameboy,
And I shall until The End.
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