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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Poem 114: RIP The Internet

No internet, is hard to think
An empty space; a cyber leak
What do I do if I don’t have
The helpful, well used internet?
Where will I find those answers to
The questions that are in my head?
Or stream movies when I’m off to bed?
Google can’t rescue me now.
No Facebook to ask friends to help.
Does 911 respond to calls
When the internet is dead?

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