So the worst is so (expleting))
How will they know what I'm eating
Or what I think about work
Or someone acting a jerk
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It crashed in the bronx at the same time I guess the world crashes and comes to an end when the internet crashes. and that's quite omenous because everything is connected to the internet electric power grids- communications and probably nuclear launch systems. your poem gives me a lot to think about besides facebook. excellent!
let alone, Paul, how to keep alive a dahlia.