A silly poem about my modem burning out. I am writing on borrowed time as it goes in and out. My husband has a new one to install this weekend.
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My modem is down.
It makes me frown.
I can’t check out my friends.
It hurts to no end.
I click on a site.
And I wait with delight.
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