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Talk Is Cheap

In days gone cold They a wire installed Up to then we spoke a-free Hours spoke away did we Suddenly they charged us and still speaking did But rather less, though speaking still Now between us they installed I speaking louder called and called Charging more but less installed Then signal lost between the posts Are masts and masts and masts and hosts Skype and such fragmented ghosts Tangled up wires and pillars and posts Towers and satellites and signals and names Names of things unheard of till now Don't worry it's just a tracking device Please keep on talking nice Lost in a crowd smile declining Talked till I got hoarse And they recorded the track Quickly fast forward and slow motion back No one is lying only signals got crossed Just frustrated and senile and lost Ignoring the question Believing the cost

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Date: 8/9/2017 8:02:00 AM
A very thought full piece. I don't have all that paraphanlia. There aren't many I want to talk with. I don't want to be tracked I'm old and content to have one thing coming at me at a time.When I do talk with some one I want them here in my home. I want to make an afternoon of it. tea and conversation, cookies and cake, strolls in the garden to compare our roses. Where did that all come from. I guess I have really crossed over into old ladyhood. This diatribe was instigated by your poem.
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Jannie Breedt
Date: 8/10/2017 5:47:00 AM
Hi Patricia,we share the exact same sentiments. You put it so eloquently. I need eye contact and body language and i need those cookies too. I think Ill come visit you. Thank you

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