In this the day of the computer,
People talk,
So much cuter.

They say megabytes,
And don’t forget,
The ever popular websites.

It will freeze,
Every time,
You sneeze.

Megahertz. delete,
You try to,
Be discreet.

Just when you think you know it all,
Your interest,
Begins to fall.

It sits in a corner gathering dust,
In day’s gone by,
It was a must.

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