WriteBeLight

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Envision a snail sliding, slow as molasses.

Tic toc the time, methodically passes.

Before my lap top I still sit hoping.

The file I clicked would quickly open.

 

My screen I stare with a long gape.

Open, you file, NOW for God’s Sake!

Get up, stretch, leave my lap top for a minute.

File still not open, still not finished.

 

The pointer, now a circle forever turning.

I sit here pleading, silently yearning.

If I leave and go take a lunch.

Return, file’s open, just a dumb hunch?

 

Distracted by a ring tone, hear it ding dong.

I scream out loud, Why is this taking so long?

The only thing left, my predicament to suit.

Log off. Shut Down. Push button. Reboot.