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All is Lost

Sick, sick, sick I must be sick, subjecting myself to this level of frustration. Hours of work at this monster they call a computer - type, edit, cut, paste , thoughts aside in italics, line breaks scrutinized. This needs changing, take that line out, add this pithy phrase for clarification. Finally, it's as near perfect as I can make it, lean back and sigh, admire the finished draft. Just space the whole thing a tad to the right. NO! NO! Quick as a lightning flash, blank page appears. where is it? Can't get it back - X*#0?*#X*@#

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 12/8/2014 6:21:00 PM
lol, another fine offering Cona, your hitting it right tonight, thanks
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Cona Adams
Date: 12/9/2014 6:24:00 AM
Thanks again, Robert, for taking the time to read and respond. My pleasure.