When floppy became sloppy
all my data dissapeared and i am unhappy
programmes planned lost without a trace
technology of dissapearance put me in the race
to get things done at immediate pace;
dangerously progressive than appearance
a technology that works fast, but at last
all alphanumerics have to be done again,
a test from sloppy floppy.
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