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Living in an electron world

Flashes and zaps running past,
the giant temple of silicon,
that rises below some strange,
off white world and sky.

Living in this box we watch,
the strange new faces in the,
electron world as six months,
stretches best of our life.

The new neighbours just moved in,
running faster then the intels,
that used to live next door is a,
shame I liked the threes over four.

So more vagrants move in and out,
from some mighty world wide net,
In for short term good and bad,
Though losing napster was very sad.

So a year has come and gone,
and it is rare the lights come on,
People are getting tired running,
to keep up with new tech coming.

In the end the god of Dell,
condemming us all to hell,
for our bits and pieces are,
out of date; too slow; so go.

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Latest reply: Aug 24, 2004

Tea

The drink of the English,
the refined gent,
imported centuries ago,
and now in tea bags.

Despite coffee,
this is the popular one,
get me my warm milky brew,
and I am a happy sod.

So just one more cuppa,
to refresh and relax,
now I am ready for,
a day to the max.

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Latest reply: Aug 23, 2004

Cleaned

So at last I can open the door,
and have it more than ajar.
Without threatening to tip,
some of the mighty heaps.

No longer do I risk breaking,
my leg and leaving me quaking.
For the floor once more is seen,
and the rest of the room is clean.

Some of the piles though old friends.
had to be moved to make ammends,
to the people who share the house,
and buy them a bottle of grouse.

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Latest reply: Aug 22, 2004

Typos

So why do I not read back,
and try to cut some slack,
by killing the mistakes I do,
in the poetry I write for you.

Damm typos thick and fast,
proofreading a skill I lack.
Can someone let me know,
I must read back real slow.

To cut out these damm mess ups,
when all it takes is a real look,
on the journals that I post,
to get them to make the most.

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Latest reply: Aug 22, 2004

Disembodied

OK not done a horror poem for a while so here we go...

Thoughts drifting on the breeze,
my form pulled along with ease.
I try to sneak down and show,
that I still carry on you know.

My corpse lies rotting in the dark,
Why is that rat eating with my heart?
Cannot it not find some other food,
why cannot it detect my foul mood?

All I wanted was somewhere to stay,
What I saw there I will not say,
I promised to take it to the grave,
So fulfilled was the promise I made.

All it took was about two shots,
and they completly ruined my looks.
Now I rot away in forgotton dark,
watching thid rat eat my heart.

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Latest reply: Aug 22, 2004


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