Native American poem, rewritten for Wally

The original:

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the summer’s gentle rain.
I am the autumn’s ripen grain.
When you awake in the morning rush
I am the soft, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

My re-write for Wally:

Do not look at these boards and weep.
I am still here. I do not sleep.
I am in the threads “Cybersex”, “Why Me” “The Cop.”
Threads that bring laughter (and tears)that won’t stop.
I am in 3142 posts.
I am in the sig lines that everyone quotes.
I am in so many threads. Teeming Millions come look.
And I better be in Unca Cecil’s next book!
For all of you trolls, flamers and nuts,
I am in a smilie that simply says :wally
Do not look at these boards and cry.
I am still here. I will not die.

Thanks, Annie. I like it.