I’ve struggled with the computer all night,
And have to say that I am just no match.
Since I was twelve I’ve not been in a fight,
And it’s a habit I don’t want to catch.
But only through such struggle can we learn
What works and what does not. Technology
Has limits. And so, as the clock’s hands turn,
I have to write today’s sonnet quickly,
And so to bed, a little frustrated,
But keeping hope alive, and eyes on prize.
Cliches fly all around, unabated,
Until the fat lady eats all the pies.
So now, hasta la vista, et bon nuit,
Auf wiedersehen, and arriverderci!
Thur 9 Nov 2006
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