Life is a broadband server,
Steady and smooth when you're just surfing through,
Every link opens with a click, without a moment's delay,
But the moment you need it for a crucial use,
Next thing you realize is that the connection's blown away,
You fret and fume and curse and swear,
But you know the loss's beyond repair,
"Make hay while the sun shines",
"How cliched," you used to say,
But it's better to upload and save your stuff while you can,
Or be a smartass now and later pay ...
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