The startup beep is stopping my heart,
What kind of a code it is I know not yet,
Restlessly backing up all my work and art,
As a personal device, it stayed steadfast
In my hands for over half a dozen years,
Showing the cosmos through Windows,
Rendering education and amusement,
It's gonna be fine, I'm gonna believe,
The very thought shall hugely relieve,
By fretting alone, what's gonna happen!
Whatever comes in my fated direction,
I gotta confront with ease and reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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