P 1 Of O
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Like a child
the child asked me
to type it in for her
'cos it hadn't worked
('cos it wuz haplessly
Miss Spilled)
so reaching over her shoulder
& keeping the rest at bay with my voice
'q...ui......E... T! '
my fingers clickety clacked
searching for images.
The search engine grumbled
& almost shuffled off its mortal coil
in an attempt to give me...
P 1 of O.
Wot! Nothing!
and then more nothing.
I could see my life had only begun to be
Page One of Nothing.
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