I sent my computer out for repairs
I bought it cheap
From a guy that says he cares
Please hurry and get it repaired
The problem is
I'm physically impaired
If I sit around with nothing to do
I won't learn
Anything new
I like to write poems and such
Most people like them
Very much
It's true some of them are not very good
But I have done
The best I could
The modem was put in wrong
That's what I get
For thinking I could get a computer for a song
The computer is all done
But the printer
I hope I don't have to buy one
The nice man that fixed the computer sent the printer out
It is not back yet
That's why I'm without
I thought maybe that computer would need repair
That's why I kept my old one
For a spare
It's to small to get online
But in writing poems
It does fine
It's pretty old
And when I write
I make it bold
I guess it's not the end of the world
The people will have to suffer
Until my writing is
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