*Daily Times©

I love my man,
i truly do.
Whenever sompin's broke,
he's handy too.
He fixes the faucet,
when it leaks.
He kills bugs,
that give me the creeps.
He's soft and cuddly,
and oh so sweet.
I kiss him all over but,
draw the line at his feet!

I love my friends,
can't say that enuff.
They fill up my inbox,
with all kinds of stuff.
Sharing is great but sharing viruses,
might make my puter sick.
So if you're feeling sluggish don't let it spread,
get back to me when you get fixed.
Your puter is sensitive,
it can catch something from you.
So get back to me,
when you're good as new!
~oh how sensitive that little box in which we live~
Copyright ©2007~S@L

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