Not a poem.

Last night I discovered that all the work I thought I had saved of my poems on my old computer and thumb drive as backup, did not entirely get saved the way I wanted. 2 months of work gone basically. Not all is lost.

Fortunately I did print out my extremely most important poems, so worse comes to worse I can always type them into the new file again. But for now I have to re copy all my poems over again. The host site is still up for now. Hopefully it will stay that way for now.

And I guess the other good aspect of this is that it will also force me to spellcheck over again, which will be an extra layer of scrutiny and hopefully give me a even better final saved file. But I am sill pissed at myself. My poetry to me is like having a child.

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