Matt Mooney

(1943 / South Galway, Ireland.)

Anticipation


In hope you open an envelope;
A telephone call can change your day.
A fresh e mail in your inbox
Can mean love is only a click away.

Submitted: Sunday, July 11, 2010

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  • Pranab K Chakraborty (7/21/2010 1:38:00 AM)

    Beautiful contemporary writing. Speed of art is comparing with the speediest metropolitan life-styles. Simply 3 minutes in hand to love. Simply 6 seconds to like you, and other seconds to propose and to sleep with. So love is at a clicks away. Fantastic. Real irony peeps through the lines. MUCH...MUCH YOU HAVE DONE POET...... Perhaps it is the classic of this time. Rat-race, back-bite behind.....yet love just a click......if necessary that will be purchased. Well-written big idea, but the readers will translate it as their own. Excellent.

    Regards,
    10++
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