Best Nettled Poems

To the sound of pelting rain, she woke in early morning
Upon the tattered tin roof, it rhythmically pitter pattered
No sunlight peeked through clouds on daylight's dawning
She thought of him and of the dreams that were shattered,
of the nights she'd spend without end, remorse spawning

Windblown rain...

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There is a young lady whose name is Nette
On a computer she places a bet
She opens accounts online
While drinking a glass of wine
Her passwords she forgets and gets upset. 


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Inspired by Nette's password comment!
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