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Sunday, February 04, 2007

Paranoid Poetry

Got a Google chip in my head
Because of the bad things that I said
It didn't make me crazy
didn't make me a slave
but I can't get close
to the microwave
I have to push the button
then run run run
I listen for the ding
then I know that it's done
I never think of Google
in a negative way
or I won't wake up
till the following day
at

6 comments:

  1. texlahomaSunday, February 4, 2007 at 8:14:00 PM CST

    I admit it, I stole this concept from babs.

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  2. NancyMonday, February 5, 2007 at 4:26:00 AM CST

    Did Babs write this poem? I won't Google, I won't Google, just keep repeating...

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  3. texlahomaMonday, February 5, 2007 at 8:07:00 AM CST

    I wrote it but babs inspired me with her conputer/Google problems.

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  4. CassandraMonday, February 5, 2007 at 6:02:00 PM CST

    Google got you! The bastards!
    Great poem. I like, I like.

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  5. CassandraMonday, February 5, 2007 at 6:12:00 PM CST

    I had to post this on my blog. I gave you full credit. The truth must be known about the evil Google!

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  6. texlahomaTuesday, February 6, 2007 at 7:38:00 PM CST

    Thanks babs, you're all right.

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