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When she walks out the door
And you won't see her no more
A thought goes to your core:
Lock me under the floor
But she can be a "she" –or better
Your dog, your cat or your computer
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Sudden death strikes your hard drive
Without back-up, storage, or any salvation jive
You throw some money in a tent revive
The preacher prays for death reversed
All he says sounds so rehearsed
But death is the truly cursed
Hallelujah He removes the curse
As you empty your purse
You crawl out from under the floor
To answer a knock on the door
JesusChristAlmighty It is HER
All you can do is defer
She exclaims: "You are my hero!
But we are back to ground zero."
Loves returns when it is infinitely true.
There is an infinity of work to do.
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Footnote
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Is there a photograph of you humping your computer?
ReplyDeleteOnly in my dreams...
DeleteBut I am sure there is a website
for such humpitudinal behavior.