You bastard computer
I'm putting you down
I'm going outside
to be with my husband
and sit and talk
by an open fire
and cook some food
and drink some wine
because,
it's the little things
that make a life sweet
and so,
goodbye computer
this is not real.
Got ya! Will do the same before I turn into a ZTAT or something. Love, Fran xx
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All the power, Adrienne! ! ! It's in us, not in a keyboard or some website... I'm making the choice to live more freely too, before the trauma of another hard-drive meltdown! Thanks for this. : ]