VIRUS

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    VIRUS



    There Is no hope,
    There is no help
    ‘till Dad comes home
    And makes it well.

    I can not play,
    Or navigate:
    A nasty virus
    Attacked my friend!

    Today I’ll rest
    And play outside,
    My friend: my PC
    Today is dead!

    Feb/08

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Scorpio’s Poems (2)

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