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The Man Who Lives In My Computer
3 July, 2012
Author: George Mudge

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The little man who lives in my computer,
I really wish he wasn’t there
The mistakes he makes are annoying and I
Could do all those without his help.
It’s just little things like the spell checker,
He likes to turn it off.
He likes to end a sentence with a preposition.
Unheard of even years ago.
And when he gets on the internet.
Oh My God! the things he buys,
And he never thinks of me.
The guy who has to pay for all his stuff
The closet’s full of everything,
Pot and pans and Army boots and,
Socks and shirts and shoes.
And, he’s even found away to order booze
I don’t know exactly what to do,
It’s quite a mess I’m in.
I think I’ll get a glass and some ice.
I think he ordered Gin.

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