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|Looking for computers
is a hungry job;
I hope that at the cookie place there is not a mob
For when I am done I surely will want to eat;
And that is the place that I will find a treat.
Cookies and cookies, I think I'll have some.
If that isn't possible, I'll settle for one.
...writen in Lazarus' computer department one evening, while looking around.
|Copyright © 1988 by Judith E.
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