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Mon 1 Sep, 2003 05:12 pm
I've tinkered with free I.S.P.'s
to see just what they offer.
Some are tailored, (not for me)
for those with a big coffer.
I must soldier on to find a home
for this poem before I fill a coffin.
I've got a modem, firewall, and F.T.P.;
now I need wind in my sail or a boffin.
I'm not a rich man, but can afford
the price of a stamp for a letter.
When all my telephone bills are paid,
I'll be a poor man or a bad debtor.
Like a beggar man soon I'll plead
for assistance to avoid further grief,
as I try to cast my net wider
yet still protect my work from a thief.
I've tried to doctor all my poems
and given my lawyer his brief;
to knobble copying merchants
who practice this mischief.
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