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First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
so beautifully.
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With searching comes loss
and the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
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A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
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The Web site you seek
cannot be located.
But endless others exist.
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Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
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Aborted effort.
Close all that you have.
You ask far too much.
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The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao, until
You bring fresh toner.
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Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
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Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire:
The network is down.
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A crash reduces
your expensive computer
to a simple stone.
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Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.
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Rather than a beep
Or a rude error message,
These words: "File not found."
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Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
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Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
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