A message that I think is great,
I send for you to see.
And even while I'm still online,
You send it back to me.

And then it comes to me again
From all your E-mail friends.
From every corner of the globe,
It slavishly descends.

It stops for several months,
And then it comes to me anew.
Forgetting it has come before,
I send it back to you.

And so we toss it back and forth,
But find it's here to stay.
Recycled E-mail never dies,
Nor does it fade away.

You might think that it's vanished in
The air without a trace,
But it is always lurking there,
Somewhere in Cyberspace.

Poem by: Betty Jo Mings
Used With Permission

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Midi: "It's a Small World"
Sequenced by Frank Schober

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