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Infected!!!

By Barb Davidson

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I’m infected!!! Argh!! Oh woe is me, Not herpes, not Aids, But a Trojan you see, It’s gobbled my exec, munched my 3D Oh God what’s the next thing can happen to me? My boot is not spooling, no sound in my card, Think someone was fooling, This’ll hit me quite hard, I won’t have any music or messenger left, Oh lord this has left me feeling bereft. I don’t care for cookies, that make me fat, But the ones that I needed Are not designed for that, They hold all the info on places I go, But now all my contacts, no longer will show. I’ve got all the programmes that protect my pc, But an invisible worm, Has bypassed them, with glee, It’s gobbling still, I can hear its racket, As my memory cards are chewed up and knackered. My best mate is dying in front of my eyes, I’m struggling to save him, With scan disk, defrag, oh so many try’s, I think now I’m winning, I’ll be able to mend, So the Trojan with this poem I’m going to send!!! Barb, February, 2002-02-17 Written February 17th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 09:54 PM PST    0 • 14

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