Computers have no heart people very often say.
Nonsense! The one I worked with is warm, bright and gay.
It is smart and fast, friendly too, I may wish to add.
It is the best friend that I have ever had.
I have talked to it for hours, when the others are all gone.
Talked to it thru the night almost to the dawn.
My machine won't tell a soul, confides in me alone.
I tell it secret things, like the brand of my cologne.
We have talked for many hours, far into the night,
Argued too, about fishing, when and where they bite.
Some at the office now start to give me long odd looks,
When I start to read to it from out of my dirty books.
They have put me away now, in a brand new home,
That gives me more time to write and draw up my own tome.
So it does not matter so very much what they have to say.
I would write much more but they took my crayons away.
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