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Oct 2012
The office printer's broken,
I ring the I.T. guy.
He tells me that he's busy,
But I sense that's a lie.

I have a secret weapon,
A colleague that I know.
I ask her if she'll ring him,
She says she'll have a go.

Suddenly, he's fixing it,
And now, the problem's gone.
This guy's like his equipment,
Won't work unless turned on.
Higgs
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