Wednesday, December 29, 2004

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The cursor throbs
Against the white screen
The tease beckons me
To tell all to Microsoft Word

As if by blackening the screen I will become white again.
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1 comment:

Rajani said...

Read all of your poems. You capture the essence of the thought quite beautifully....keep them coming:)

9:46 PM

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