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Surely your joking, you must be
You can't expect this
Not from me
Go tell those folks
The fools of fate, full of fire
The souls irate
This will not pass, not with me
Test my patience
Test my will
Test me once and you will fail
I stand strong
Against the grain
Ever present ever restrained
Never ask me this again
Never never cause me to sin

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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.