Once upon a time
I cut and paste
Each word or rhyme
On actual paper
To be copied and shared
With tons of folks
Who didn't really care
About the topic
Yet on I'd go
Adding art
(clip, you know?)
And quotes
And borders and lines
Until the thing
Resembled my mind
Cluttered and confused.
Now
I deal in publisher and word
And wizards fuss
Over what used to disturb
Me and my kind.
Still . . . the hours are long
For with more tools
Come new ways to go wrong
And I comply.
(This message brought to you by the Internet. NO border tape, clip art or exacto knives were harmed in the making of this presentation.)
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
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