here is another
Ode To The Laptop
Your quiet hum fills this head of mine,
the noise of a force hungry for attention
the screen so radiant, my offering is time,
my sacrifice, thought.
Life would not exist without this e-power of thine,
and yet headaches are given
from basking in your omnipotence.
Medicine is required, but then I come back,
once more to live and die in a nanosecond.
he he, this sounds like my spare time!
sargirl
Nicely done, Snark.
Les