files work jobs, oh how I wish to be a bee buzzing happily or a musician playing his xylophone or even a dancer quietly dancing, (pangram)
Withered nuts from
Long and fat I
Noise flows through my
Unworthy ears since I’m only a
PS: the magic page that will always jump you to the latest poem is "http://www.saintannsny.org/depart/computer/poems.html"