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a common error

By tigerlilly

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a common error small machines with motors never were a hit with me weed eaters run on gasoline or chainsaws for the trees they cough and spit and choke whenever i get near 'em start-ropes fray along with nerves i know they're plotting mayhem as i struggle swear bark knuckles my missus gives a frown there will be no kissus till this lawn's the best in town i've checked this thing so many times i'm driven to distraction let's pack it all back in the box exchange it for one with action now, what is this? written here in packer's greasy pen have you checked for error id-10-t? arrows pointed to V V INSTRUCTIONS V V then ~0-0~ ^ uh-oh V V this book i'd failed to read my mistake i see always check for common error I - D - I - O - T V V vvvvrrrrrooooommmmm ========= great job, hon :) *kissus*the following is dedicated to all of us who have tried to operate machines and appliances without first availing ourselves of the information given in the dreaded "instruction book" Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 10:54 AM PST   0 • 14

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