The moving finger writes, and having writ, moves on.
Nor all thy piety and wit,
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.

 

David and I both have a framed copy of this verse on our desks, as a preventive measure against sending flame emails.

Works pretty well for emails.   SMS messages, not so much :)

 

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