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Computers they refer to as progress but on that I must disagree. My nerves are in tatters, as the darned thing clatters, and silently crashes again. It isn't the weather nor even the user, that causes this constant pain. With broom in hand, I take a stand, to bash out it's stupid mechanical brain. Some say it's a virus some say it's got worms. I get some domestos, they say it kills 99% of all germs. We never had these problems with pen and ink, Which makes me think. PC stands for "Piggin Confusin" Firecrest --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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