Turntable

In the attic, I saw an old crate
Peeking through the wooden case
Is a plinth of red oak
Curious
I took it downstairs
Placed it on a granite table
Unboxed my humble find
Inside was a golden record
I plugged the thing
Placed the vinyl
On the silver platter
Turned the motor on
And let the cartridge dance

And no sound came out.

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