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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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Robert Johnson

Date: 8/15/2019 9:54:00 AM

Yes, it's almost punishment that they allow us to put it in the cart and then we just have to walk away. Imagine all the carts at walmart at the entry door full of things people couldn't afford if we did that in the real world. :)

Susan Jeavons

Date: 8/14/2019 3:39:00 PM

And those ads seem to read your mind and follow you everywhere! Click on one and you're done! I enjoyed your poem Ann. Blessings, Susan

Kurt Ravidas

Date: 7/31/2019 7:01:00 AM

Two illusions for the price of one! A thrifty poet will not miss his benefits! You made me smile, Ann) Perfectly penned.

Ann Foster
Date: 7/31/2019 10:41:00 AM

Thank you, kind poet. You have made my day! Ann