The Programmer's Lament.
A twist on popular poem called "The Tree"
I think at there shall never be
An ignoramous just like me.
Who roams the help throughout the day
in a fruitless search that does not pay.
For as often as I think I've found the gold.
Its been declared as obsolete and old!
1000 bugs run and attack
For knowledge I so clearly lack!
I search for help where ere I go.
The reason why I fully know.
For bugs were made for fools like me.
Who can't think or program efficiently!
Written by: Garry Freemyer
... I see the light at the end of the tunnel but it keeps beeping at me!
--- Blue Wave/Max v2.20
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