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(Anybody else relate to this one?)
My laptop wakes like a drunken snail.
I only need to check my email.
A shadow of its former speed.
Does it not know my urgent need?
I rarely add a program to its brain.
So I do not understand this drain.
The battery is nearly dead.
I hate that blinking light of red.
It is still scanning files for threats.
I don’t know why it frets.
My machine is too slow to catch a virus.
The thing crashes like a digital Icarus.
It has been an hour since I turned it on.
This paperweight won’t load until the dawn.
I think I will go out to play
And check my email another day.
HA! Love it.
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Thanks. 🙂
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Great poem! We have all been there!
I can’t help thinking back to the dial-up days. I had AOL back then. It took four hours just to send a 200-page manuscript through the email.
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Thanks. I remember those dark ages. Can’t believe we used to think that was cutting edge tech.
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Yes. I never dreamed it would take seconds to send the same manuscript that took 4 hours before!
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Loved the poem. Thanks, Charles.
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You’re welcome. Glad you enjoyed it.
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