Laptop Dancer ©

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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
LAPTOP DANCER is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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