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
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.
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