Master

Waste not want not
  Said the blind man to the dog who looked and thought with a wanting face
At his master's words of poor despair
For all the dog did was want
And all the want was for excess love of his masters grace

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.