Devil Struck
Ping, pong, red and green,
It is the music of the century,
Making buddies on the network cloud,
Oh! the fruity Apple and Blackberry.
Guided by angels from the ground,
A little devil dropped on my cloud!
The tiny Chrome window let in,
Cool Breeze from a far off land.
A dashing six-hour drive,
On the orange high-way,
Little Devil and Angel set off,
Searching for a promising bend.
...The Heavenly road to destiny,
Lit with young bright dreams.
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