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Ranjit Ravindran

Rookie (12-12-1982 / Visakhapatnam)

A Facebook Facet


Facebook is not as simple as it seems,
Across the world our activity it beams,
To be traced when we want to be untraced,
To dig up our posts to make us disgraced!


This is in response to Ms. Glamorous Enigma's 'Goodbye FB.com! Hi PH.com! '

Submitted: Monday, November 16, 2009
Edited: Thursday, July 14, 2011

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Anjali Sinha (11/29/2009 7:42:00 AM)

    good I dont have anything there
    the more you spread, the more the
    worries.,
    better to be confined to less of those internet blues
    lol! ! ! ! ! ! ......10
    with warm regards
    anjali (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 133 Points Marilyn Lott (11/23/2009 10:16:00 AM)

    As you know, dear Ranjit, in some ways I am technecally
    challenged. Several friends have asked me to join facebook
    and do not seem to be able to make it happen. Perhaps it
    is for the good.

    Warm Wishes,
    Marilyn (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 231 Points Indira Renganathan (11/16/2009 9:22:00 PM)

    'To be traced when we want to be untraced,
    To dig up our posts to make us disgraced! '...this is an useful information though I don't have anything there...thanks for your comment on my poem Ranjit (Report) Reply

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