Feel free to giggle at my gremlins...that poem vanished into thin air!!!
The gremlins ate my poem
They gobbled it right up
It doesn’t exist on my hard drive
They must have swallowed it whole
They didn’t bother chewing
They didn’t even gag
They stuffed it into their gaping maw
And now I’ve lost my head
I can always rewrite it
I can always backup my drive
I never had a gremlin problem
Till I became addicted to the Den
This should be a lesson
This should make me learn
I’m going right now to get a CD
To make a backup of the gremlins
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Reviewed by Gerald Gerald (Reader)
Reviewed on January 27, 2009
the sentience at authorsden has extended itself by way of a remote application on her computer that seeks out legitimate documents and separates them from poetic writings and deletes the latter
O dem kooky gremlins! Dey eat up more den we can feed dem! I'm partial to the first movie with Zach Galligan and Hoyt Axton, myself. Just can't get that kooky music outta my head.
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