Edgar Allan Poe has always been a huge inspiration to me. Hope you all enjoy this little poem that sounds an awful lot like my favorite poem of all time.
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The tools are gone or broken;
The tech guys haven’t spoken…
The emails bear no token,
Of any grand solution.
Restless, we are all becoming.
And the reloads bring back nothing.
Load the pages not responding…
Quoth the server, “404”.
Considering the date, I couldn’t resist.
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The benefits of Mary Jane:
To me it helps to ease the pain.
To others, helps to calm the nerves,
Enabling rest that’s well-deserved.
Many strains of weed exist specifically for medicine.
From calming spasms of the muscles;
Reducing epileptic seizures.
If eating proves to be a hassle,
Nausea falls before the reefer.
Other strains are in the market;
For recreational enjoyment.
But before you partake and proceed to get baked,
You must be aware of the toll that it takes.
It does, in fact, intoxicate.
So driving is a big mistake.
Inside your home is the place to be stoned.
With loved ones and friends, and rarely alone.
Christopher and Emily were in a grim calamity.
The parking lot was full you see;
Preventing their big shopping spree.
Groceries were needed badly.
Food to fill their empty bellies.
Milk and sugar, tasty pastries.
Sandwich goods like meat and mayonnaise.
Cheeses, crackers, breads and dairies.
Endless fields of healthy veggies.
Distracted by their list of shopping,
They missed three spots and kept on looking.
Bedsforth 