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A Little Glitch...

Damn, you little glitch
You certainly are a bitch
Threw my stuff all in the ditch
All for reason of which?

I know that you don't care
After my soul's all bare
Just fling my stuff anywhere
I look and it's not there

I so wish you would expire
Are you still in my wire?
With whom do you conspire?
Tell me who to fire

So, damn you little glitch
I really have an itch
To find out which is which
This really is a bitch

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you really made a poem out of the glitch experienced by Gracy...:)

raj (sublime_ocean)

I thought it would be of interest and a little fun, thanks for stopping by.

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i love it...you made a pithy poem out of a frustrational irritation! good work! and it flows beautifully, too.

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now that is pure frustration right there
yup all over a little glitch

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Those little glitches can drive a person to cuss lol. Stanza3 line 2 try "are you still in my wire" and see what you think.

that little suggestion; it does make it better. ~ Gee.
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Hello Geez, you've made a highly funny poem out of my annoying glitch. Always a resourcefull poet. The title, content, rhyming are all perfect. Also the first lines and the last.
Enjoyed every bit, Gracy

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