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It was Friday night,
With the weekend in sight,
And a dozen weekend dreamers,
Preparing for a flight,
When out of the blue,
First one, and then a few,
Were cut off from the network,
Could access nothing new.
Maybe I’ve been hacked!
I haven’t lately backed
Up went a dozen voices,
Our evening plans are whacked!
Then all around the world,
A miracle unfurled,
When writers talked to loved ones,
As tired spines uncurled.
Though some were rather surly,
And feelings were quite swirly,
This Friday night was magical,
Writers went to bed quite early!
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