The moon swept o'er night time ocean, The breeze it kissed the sandy shore, As I strolled along the promenade, In the bye gone days of yore, All my troubles seemed so few, But when i got back home, I saw through yonder office door, The PC was still on. I perused the net for a little while, Before I went to bed, Then logged onto the Mudcat site, And posted yet another thread! Oh when Oh when will it all end....(Beardedbruce, i Don't expect you to even regard this with so much as a raised eyebrow, it's just an attempt to prove how good you are!)(and not even a sonnet at that)
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