There is a password
Which opens all my locks.
The digital diary squeaks in assent
And my cell phone loves it too.
The files in my computer
Open by this name;
And my e-mail id too.
It’s all you; always you;
All the way down the road,
All my passwords
Have always been you.
2000,
This is so like me... I also have a mother of all passwords. Thanx
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I would like to translate this poem
No great guessing game there...hmmmm! ! It’s all you; always you; All the way down the road, open saseme....for all the goodies...nice write cheers