data_summit_sonnet The Schleiffen Man The world today, all over, is alive. Data goes and flows from here to there. The people work to use their daily drive. But most don't know the certain way to go. The info jams in pipes and clogging spots. The people shake their heads and scream for more! The data, stagnant, slowly starts to rot. The terror now has finally reached the door. The router spouts the data lightening fast. The workers cry in joy, their freedom come. To save them from their uneventful past. The data summit sonnet's pretty dumb. Thank you *grin* 000601 ... MollyGoLightly Eeeeeeeeeee! I are so happy. I dance now. *dance dance dance* 000601 ... The Schleiffen Man iambic pentameter and everything.... damn i'm geeky 000601 ... wingedserpent i am weasel i.m. weasel Gaah! nuh! (buh?) 000601 what's it to you? who go blather from