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About This Poem
If These Walls Could Talk
My computer is in love with me,
The way it behaves it is easy to see.
It is as good as gold, never any trash,
My work is in good shape, without a crash.
It listens to every command I make,
I know this affair could never be fake.
My demands on it are very high,
but it always reaches for the sky.
Happy for her, I take no flack,
The warranty was over way back.
She runs like a charm on all legs,
For assistance she never begs.
I'm in love with my computer,
no one has ever been such a suitor.
We spend each day together alone,
I may be crazy, but I'm never a drone.
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