Do you think I'll ever get it right,
Ive worried about it all thro' the night.
I cannot get my head round this,
Surely there's something amiss.
To download from my Windows page,
Iv'e been sat for such an age.
And cut and pasted till I'm blue
But have words come, not even a few.
I must be doing something wrong,
I can't re-type its 10 sheets long.
If I don't get it sorted soon,
I''ll sling the damn thing to the moon.
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