Jumping on my bed I thought
A tree is big, is it not?
But this I do not happen to know
For outside I do not go
You see I'm a child of the new
A child run by technology fuel
I get my input from in my house
Never venturing into the outs
From all the world I know or see
Comes electronically to me
It's just the way it has to be
For I'm a computer too you see


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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.