Where's that little angel
Told me she'd be here
All she does is float around
What can I do? Oh dear

Here's a darn TV screen
Don't know what to do
Sure does look professional
Just don't have a clue

They say we need a driver
Hey George go sell the car
We have to get a limousine
I like this thing so far

They say I need a server
No longer need to fuss
Fifty years been serving him
Well that is sure a plus

Opps here comes the windows
Another batch to clean
I don't know why I got this thing
Too old for new routines

What the heck's a hard drive
Five hundred mega bytes
George we have a problem
Screen went blank ~ Good night.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
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May 10, 2002

 

Midi "Constant Sorrow" Performed by Margi Harrell

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