I hate getting to 18, the zone is tricky
The iris loves to open wider, amid barrel distortions
Amongst purple fringes, and lens aberration
A few stops up, you seem sharper albeit dark
But when it's dim and grim , I opt for a flash
The diffuser unlike a cry for help provides
The film rolls further , like my joyful conversational lies
Every time I encounter, an ametuer or a pro
Opt for a digital, is their constant yell out
They can't see the magic, the film seems to provide
I take my shots carefully, for every roll has 32
I load these for optimal results, I'm smart I know
I develop my pictures carefully, like my heart, I push my film too
What magic can digital bring, I blatantly will refuse
With film it's like love, it has forebodings too
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