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Been up for forty hours I've taken four warm showers In hopes to wind on down From a pass time that I found March fifth of twenty'O six After watching midnight flix My Dell was on the fritz Nevertheless, I surfed some sites Fingers crossed ther' be no blight From my ancient Dell, this night But while searching for men's ties V. Pancaldi's private line Fate would have its cyber way Pushed my hand and mouse away From these abstract ties in tone To a site with a zillion poems What was this odd foreign site Where peeps write througout the nite First I laughed, said, what the f#@&! But fast as an eight point Buck I was drawn to the light Of this strange, foreign site Joining the graveyard junkies And the daylight literary flunkies Serendipity has its yen To turn ties into paper and pen And I think I'm out of words As this poem is for the birds Even Hitchcock would agree That this quiller need some Z's So with that, goodnight PH And never shop for ties too late!