O Facebook, o neat damsel sweet,
So charming and easy to meet.
O great Circe’s younger sister,
Who knows how each thing to minister.
You render ardent lads sissy
And hesitant virgins dishy.
Scholars are turned into actors
Vast wholes condense to small sectors.
Man’s face is composed of your tads
His long history is made of fads.
You polish a person’s flair,
Provide playground to each player.
Your bag fills with precepts glorious
You expose devils notorious.
The greatest charmer of the age
You page is of all thoughts’ vast cage.
Our thought’s boat is moored to thee
All seem to be same, he or she.
O goddess, each mind is your shrine,
Plight or pleasure, you are all fine!
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