Alas, poor Yorick, I didn’t know him at all, never met the guy, extraordinary really considering I am holding his fleshless head. In fact what am I doing in the middle of this graveyard in the middle of the night, holding a skull ‘alassing’? Nature of the beast I suppose, finding myself (or oneself for the educationally superior than I), In strange places doing strange things. Complex and intricate tasks have been completed, files stored, doors locked even dishes washed but I have never before attempted to access the computer before during a complex partial seizure! I actually attempted to log onto drive E:\ the DVD. How do I handle this? I am not here? How unlike the graveyard roaming prince, do I decide to face up to the problems of the future or just hide, take the pills and doze?
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......over the edge 
thank you for your kind words…about my space and my \’short serving up\’ of a poem…It just came to me last night….the idea….and I had to get it straight …or else no peace…hope you\’ve had a good day..I just hope itll stop raining for a while………have you put Yorick down yet?..Poor Wee fella!! xx.
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Heya hun….have but one word…. beach Xxxxxxxx
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erm……the last option sounds good to me…but put poor Yoricks skull down first…I know there was a lot of info….but not too intrusive eh?….eye colour…if you\’d be friends with yourself sorta thing…and what you have for breakfast…..won\’t help the hackers….eh?have a good day..but…I\’m not…so, why should you? …..Tsk Tsk….sorry…..being mean..\’tis flippin\’ pouring down…and I have to go out shopping via the germ carriers…&.I don\’t want any more colds…\’alas and alak….\’tis a cruel , cruel world\’…bye for now….xx..
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lol, that\’s what I normaly do………Lynn
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