Friday, February 17, 2012

Password ode

Passwords to be damned
everything needs a p-word
mnemonical techniques
of yesteryear are absurd,
unless you are an ally
of remembering dit and dots
with stuff or sure bluff
or your dear aunt Sally.
My memory is not to be
but not not not to see
that alas paper and pen
will be of use again.
So ask for my p -word
and my eyes go blurred.



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