I sat there at my computer,
Computing thought at lightning speed,
This cyber network,
Could my thoughts read.
It told me of many stories,
That this very owner had told it.
This computer owned my soul it did.
But I had forgotten everything I said to it.
My cyber stories one by one,
Meandering through the network,
It did run,
This network message,
So bright as the sun.
When I sat in a cafe,
A daily customer did say,
You're text savvy.
I couldn't get you off your laptop,
Even if I did you pay.
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