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A Bill Gates affair When love is talked out and the emails slow down The poems still come but they don't have the clout The words are the same or maybe not quite, as those In the past that used to excite
She's still there I know but she doesn't respond, it's Time for us both to grow up and move on. It's all Been a tease, a game people play, something to Do on dark days when it rains
A poetic romance, a Bill Gates affair, a Microsoft Fancy, an Ethernet dare. A thrill of some moment A few tears thrown in, now it’s likely that I’ll
Never hear word again
© Joseph G Dawson
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