Phwoarrr, 404's a poem in itself!
Start from the left and it says 404
Start from the right, the same. There is a wealth
Of balanced sound and vision. If you're sore
It's 'LOL' crossed out, if written, or
If typed, two yachts each side of setting sun
Or two pines in moonshine, awaiting saw
For I fear 404 has just begun
404's a cricket score; someone's won
But probably not England. Or it's wealth
Measured in dollars if your country's poor
Or pages in a schoolbook - that's no fun!
I've used 'wealth' twice - this poem's in poor health
It's falling on the floor. Oh 404!
Sat 13 Oct 07
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