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First snow, then silence. This thousand-dollar screen dies So beautifully. With searching comes loss And the presence of absence: "My Novel" not found. The Tao that is seen Is not the true Tao, until You bring fresh toner. Stay the patient course Of little worth is your ire The network is down A crash reduces Your expensive computer To a simple stone. Three things are certain: Death, taxes, and lost data. Guess which has occurred. You step in the stream, But the water has moved on. The page is not here. Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky. But we never will. Having been erased, The document you're seeking Must now be retyped. Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared Screen. Mind. Both are blank Windows NT crashed I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams. A file that big? It might be very useful. But now it is gone. The Web site you seek Can not be located but Countless more exist. Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return. ABORTED effort: Close all that you have worked on. You ask way too much. Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working. Windows is like that.