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Tap, tap...the mechanical sound of the ANSI keys,
The body is lie to a satin pad,
Eyes glazed over, frustrations mounting,
A prayer said, still necks arching,
The alignment runs for the ** time,
A silent circle enclosed the casket,
The keyboard is slammed, and she ****,
The sweet repose of the slumbering child,
Alright, let's try with a new document template,
Tears are shed until the ducts ran dry,
She moves the mouse, blocks sentence and cuts;
The lucent lid metamorphoses stiffness to formlessness,
Oh no, she cries, I need to remove the tables from the page,
Bearers step in and heaved the oblong acacia,
Drat, the words disappear when I shift the 'View' key,
The casket is carried to a freshly dug ground,
Never mind, I'll get rid of the special formatting,
A whitewashed stone with copperplate inscriptions,
The page and words are aligning properly now,
The receptacle is slowly lowered to the ground,
Doggedly she hunches and stares at the raster screen,
The soft earth caresses the casket in a gentle shower,
She cut, pastes, deletes and retypes again and again,
The weeping mother sprinkles petals of jasmines,
Ah..it is shaping up, she smiles, but suddenly frowns,
The casket slowly vanishes from the afternoon glow,
Oh NO! she cries. The funeral! It was an hour and a half ago,
The minister, the mourners and well-wishers withdraw...
This stupid CV just made me missed the funeral!
A cochineal sun colours the azure sky, the crows cawing

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