Why the Mouse?...
With every sway of my hand,
The cursor is moved by the mouse,
Slowly my mind wonders,
Why not it be called a cursor,
It makes perfect sense,
Because the mouse controls the cursor,
And thus is the birth of the cursor…
And the death of the mouse…
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