The glitch in the mouse used to run in the house,
but it seems to have gone in the ether;
and whether we find in the wires that wind
around the battery base cantilever,
or whether she’s lost in midsummer frost
and icicles whose flavor amuse her,
she’s sure to return, this glitch never learns,
and circle the circuits, the sneaker;
yet going around the keyboard profound
we’ll search through the web til we meet her -
the caught little glitch no data will snitch
so with pixels and bits we will treat her.
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