(wireless internet,
you make my life
miserable, on days
I need you
most.
You are never where
I am, never where
I wish for you to be.
There is a whole sea
of networks working
on crab ships, nets
full of productivity.
For today, I will
stick with old
pencil and paper: a
True love.
Old reliable.
You can always run
back to the truest
soul mates)
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