Don’t you just hate it…
When your too quick fingers…
Are tap - tap - tapping…
Tapping out one thing…
Flying across the keyboard…
While your brain is thinking…
Imaginings blazing…
Wandering the ether…
And your eyes aren’t seeing…
What’s forming on the page…
But some rare something other…
Typos leaping ‘cross the page…
While majestic flights of fancy…
Spin and dance among the stars…
When you finally settle…
And look upon the page…
Those typos have created…
Something new and strange…
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