Oh well,
Tomorrow is another day.


I'll get up early and get
my house squared away.


Maybe I'll even bake a thing or two,



I sure have a long list of things to do.



Ever since I got this darn puter here,
nothing ever seems to get done I fear.



From morning to night, I pluck away.
I just seem to have so much to say.
Will I ever get tired of this crazy thing?



When I'm on it my phone doesn't ring.
I miss lots of phone calls that way,



people get mad, but what can I say.



Sometimes I'm sure my eyes get crossed,



I think its from staring at the screen a lot.



Oh, how my back does ache,
now doesn't that really take the cake?



You think that alone would be enough,
to make me want to give it up!














   





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