I wandered lonely as a cloud
when suddenly I came across
a possibility of daffodils and fields
some other time a field of irises
Quick with my iPhone I took various shots
and put them each on Instagram
And I took close shots
of my face with the daffodils in
the background
And I grinned from ear to ear
with one thumb up
and put each selfie up on Facebook
and updated all my internet accounts
Were the daffodils and fields beautiful?
Who cares? The uploads brought me
many likes and clicks and licks
and pushed me up in the analytics -
that's what really matters
All daffodils and fields
have upload possibilities
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