My Computer
My Computer lets me down.
It switches off.
No Windows or fat 32.
It sulks with nothing to do.
Hundreds of files appear every day.
I delete all I may.
They copy themselves.
Soon no space will be left.
Such a pest.
No virus have I.
What can be the cause?
Help me, someone.
Or I die.
Copyright © Norman Purvis | Year Posted 2007
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