Finger

I sat and thought what good can come
Of sitting thinking with a broken thumb
Now that I have to type with fingers
I write so each and every thought lingers
Still nothing fruitful comes to mind
So I'll just end it with this line

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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.