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Author: ShadowSpirits
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-16-03 - Updated: 12-16-03 - id:1473428
I wrote this while I took an hour or so to get my connection to AOL to work. You can understand why I’d be a little moody.

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I hate AOL

When I think about it my head starts to swell

All the numbers that never work

All the dialing that should be stabbed with my dinner fork

It’s too much stress to watch it connect

And then see it fail and I yell, “What a defect!”

My head still hurts

It has yet to break through

I really want to use it in my next barbeque

I mean seriously, why is it failing me?

What have I ever done to make it disagree?

I laugh with joy - it connects and then I sigh

There it goes again, see it die.

How ironic is life

Moving along strife to strife

I hate AOL

But hey, it connected again.

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Ending was pointless in a way. Oh well -.- It amuses me nonetheless. *Wishes her game would hurry and load its stupid update*

ShadowSpirit ’03



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