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Abort, Retry, Ignore
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA 
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** Anonymous - wish I'd written it ** Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary, System manuals piled high; wasted paper on the floor, Longing for the warmth of bedsheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets, Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer. Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command But got instead a reprimand: "Abort, Retry, Ignore" Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion? These were choices Solomon never faced before. Carefully, I weighed my options, these three seemed to be my top ones Clearly, I must now adopt one - choose "Abort, Retry, Ignore" With my fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending Longing for a happy ending I hoped all would be restored. Praying for some guarantee, finally I pressed a key But, on the screen, what did I see? "Abort, Retry, Ignore" I tried to catch the chips off guard. I pressed again but twice as hard, Luck was just not in the cards. I saw what I had seen before. Now I typed in desperation, trying random combinations, Still there came the incantation "Abort, Retry, Ignore" There I sat distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted! Getting up, I turned away. I paced across the kitchen floor. And then I saw an awful sight; a bold and blinding flash of light, A lightning bolt that cut the night! It shook me to the very core. The pc screen collapsed and died. "oh, no, my database!", I cried I thought I heard a voice reply "You'll see your data - nevermore". To this day I do not know the place to which our data goes. Perhaps it goes to Heaven where the angels have it stored. But, as for productivity, well, I fear that it goes straight to Hell And that's the tale I have to tell - your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
My cyber love life, this reflects in monitor's glaring light. No words of love do I read to give my heart delight. I turn to Yahoo personals seeking love in vain Chat rooms, ICQ and such bring nothing but distain. I search the cyber world for him seeking a lover sweet but all I get for my troubles is alt, control, delete! |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Drivel (a repost) Once upon a midnight dreary (I had gotten off work early) I sat me in my comfy chair At the monitor I did stare Hoping there to find a way For my feelings to convey Nothing came, nothing there As I sit with bovine stare Idly tapping on the keys Thoughts active as drunken bees Skimming along, falling off flowers (Hmmm..I've been here several hours) Still waiting for my wayward Muse (I hope she paid her union dues) Waiting for one transient shimmer But the bulb is growing dimmer The wax drowns out the candle flame My flickering thoughts die the same Scanning the words I have so written Wondering how I was smitten To write such banal drivel Worse than a toddler's snivel I reckon I'm a sado/masochist I'm adding this to the list  ------------------ Le Jongleur Aspirante [This message has been edited by Alicat (edited 06-11-99).] |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Wonderful! You'll have to teach the rest of us French so we can do a 'French' challenge poem or something! Thanks. |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
Balladeer, eventhough this isn't one of your originals, it deserves a few more readers/replies...the line "You'll see your data - nevermore" is priceless  ------------------ I will live my life as i, will undoubtedly die - alone ~~~Morrissey~~~ |
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