Open Poetry #22 |
Info Highway |
chitsank Member
since 2002-08-13
Posts 88 |
Poets have talked about Nature, Moon and love, To those great souls I indeed Bow. I, this poem to internet dedicate, That's the topic of the date. You call it the information storehouse, through which people surf and browse. Your thirst for data it quenches. In the info rain it drenches. You call it Magic at your fingers, The aftermath forever it lingers. This aura has all possessed. This fever has all obsessed. This Aura is the Internet; This fever is the Internet; The only web that's a maze, Of chaos there's no trace. This web weaved across the world, It makes you an info nerd. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
LMAO!!! This was good. I enjoyed. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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chitsank Member
since 2002-08-13
Posts 88 |
Thanx for reading and replying. |
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