Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
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Dear Bridgid, captivating! I really did enjoy reading this, to be honest I dont think the last stanza works, personaly I might even prefer the poem without it. David
this is impressive; a witty ditty. Poe must be spinning in his grave! Jake