I think, I think I am, therefore I am, I think.
Of course you are my bright little star,
Ive miles
And miles
Of files
Pretty files of your forefathers fruit
and now to suit our
great computer,
Youre magnetic ink.
Im more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.
There you go man, keep as cool as you can.
Face piles
And piles
Of trials
With smiles.
It riles them to believe
that you perceive
the web they weave
And keep on thinking free.
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