Paksworld

Early in the morning, at the break of day, the writer pushed a button, and sent the book away.   Away, away, away my lads, she sent the book away,  all on a tide of ‘lectrons, she sent it far away.    Still early in the morning, but not the break of day,  the Editor did see it, as on her desk it lay.   It lay, it lay, it lay, my lads,  upon her desk it lay, just where the writer sent it, so far, far away.

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