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Cleaning Poem I asked the Lord to tell me Why my house is such a mess. He asked if I'd been 'computering', And I had to answer "yes." He told me to get off my fanny And tidy up the house. And so I started cleaning up... The smudges off my mouse. I wiped and shined the topside. That really did the trick... I was just admiring my work... I didn't mean to 'click.' But click, I did, and oops I found A real absorbing site That I got SO way into. I was into it all night. "Sigh" Nothing's changed except my mouse It's very, very shiny. I guess my house will stay a mess... While I sit here on my hiney. Thanks Linda
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