Thou art misused, Happy retirement, In technology fused.
Envious desire, Faith in the byte, Computer skill doth merit, A far greater height.
Seven year itch, And the force is done, The pleasure of a challenge Go for it son.
I am honoured to be immortalised in poetry. Fused, dothed and all…
Yes even today I still have a giggle about your comment…….but I reckon this poem almost predicted your future
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