The mirror I have stolen from You last week
Does not remember even one reflection.
But if it does I am not pretty quick
To get access to it's within collection.
There is a lot but only hidden files
Containing Your so pleasant, charming faces,
But there're only just the couple tries
To enter code with numbers on right places.
I've never been the software creator
And always launched the encode generator.
...But, oh my God, how simply all it was,-
These numbers were the telephone of Your's!
I took the phone and numbered it at night,
There were short tones... It means :
"Access denied"...
28.11.2006.