In programming, it's the place of discarded code
In my memory, the things unwanted in, and on the road
At work, it overflows with words and deeds of peers
At home, it is persistent litany, of "yes of course, my dear"
I ponder and wonder all the time, words and places I have cached
Filling and emptying, bit bucket containers, going out with the trash
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 4:57 PM UTC
In programming, it's the place of discarded code
In my memory, the things unwanted in, and on the road
At work, it overflows with words and deeds of peers
At home, it is persistent litany, of "yes of course, my dear"
I ponder and wonder all the time, words and places I have cached
Filling and emptying, bit bucket containers, going out with the trash
It's a technical thing :D, dredging through old text files.
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