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Meta

I never meta man I liked
Who censored what I had to say.
For when you limit what we write,
Our freedom slowly slips away.

At issue: social media;
The first amendment, in the morgue.
The leader is the offspring of
Commander Data and the Borg.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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