This Poem was Submitted By: Marsha Steed On Date: 2001-07-11 19:23:29 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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E-Mail

E-Mail "Friends are like angels and rocks and trees." Soppy and dripping with platitudes they tease. Pen a new rhyme it doesn't take much, just a few thoughts, and adverbs and such. Then with a flash and a click of the mouse, o'er the Internet it speeds to each house. Time and again to my box they come, little gnats forwarded with a flick of the thumb. Send me no promises of untold wealth, Paint me no pictures in ASCII for health. Don't warn me of the latest virus threats, or beg through my morality for my meager assets. Send me a line of heartfelt thought, or pages of news from your own Camelot. Please spare me the speed and the ease of the type, so my time-saving mailbox is more than mere hype. Write me for sure yet let my words avail, don't make me rue that I ever heard "E-mail."

Copyright © July 2001 Marsha Steed

Additional Notes:
This was written in 1996, at the beginning of the 'E-mail' craze.


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