Deskmate is a poem worth collecting.
At the same table, it is a gurgling spring.
At the same table, it is a winding deep path.
Deskmate is a symphony that never ends.
Deskmate, it's an indicator light.
The deskmate is a diary that never turns yellow.
At the same table, it is a tasteless wine.
Deskmate is a stream that never dries up.
At the same table, it is an eternal interactive balance.