Tunc
, 19 2003 . 18:59 ()
. :Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
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The website you seek
Cannot be located,
but Countless more exist.
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Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent and reboot.
Order shall return.
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Aborted effort.
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.
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Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No-one hears your screams.
NT .
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Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.
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Windows.
Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.
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A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
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You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
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Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
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Having been erased,
The document youre seeking
Must now be retyped.
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I ate your Web page.
Forgive me; it was tasty
And tart on my tongue.
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First snow, then silence.
This thousand-dollar screen dies
So beautifully.
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With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
My Novel not found.
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My Novel .