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I turn on my computer,
It leads me far away.
To all the places I need to go,
And some I wish to stay.
The pictures on the sides,
across, the bottom and the top…
They fill up the entire screen by any memes,
and, some I wish they’d stop…
Lovely dresses every color,
every shade and design.
They fit the perfect people
as if they were all “fine”?
Bright like butterflies,
drifting in the wind.
In styles for fairy people,
crisp, and sweet and thin...
The discounts they are measurable,
If half of all, is good?
So I place things in the box,
And wish, as if I really could! ($)
Not for me, don’t you see,
I…am trying hard.
Turn off the cart,
right from the start…
and keep your visa card.
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