Dear Cyberspace,
For what you are giving,
I understand
How you are giving
Based on command.
As the revolution struck,
You made it possible for me.
To understand it’s not luck.
To make a coin and be full of glee.
All of the channels and sites
You have provided.
Have made in my spirit lights
And have never subsided.
To you I say you’ve offered me strength
Is to be understated
You’ve gone the greatest length
And you will never be outdated.
The power lies in your ability to speak.
You have become a source of lies and truth
Depending on what source makes a leak.
Overall, you’re a bastion of reality, forsooth.
With love,
The Web User
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Breath issued from Angelica’s mouth. The weight of the baby put her into her chair. Her curves managed to say she had not been with child the whole time. There seemed to be a fantastic ideal swimming somewhere in her mind about the hazards of caring for two. She grabbed a magazine and fanned herself, knowing that she expended more energy in that effort sitting still and letting the air conditioning do the job. No, she told herself, without struggle there is no triumph. She switched on the television set. The picture looked as people had been replaced by blue aliens and she just watched her soap opera, void of extraterrestrials for this time.
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Great Work!
Love can be unrequited... Wonderful work here!