Strange Web Site

Was sitting today at my computer. as greatly learning from a tutor. So much fun on facebook. quite time in my little computer nook. I was commenting with some silly friends. had to stop and wipe my glasses lens. I clicked my mouse again and again gazed at that dirty sereen. It was displaying slanted words but ever so bright and so keen. Up popped a link to another sight It viewed a huge gray key. old friends appeared that had long ago passed away that I though left me. There's my grandmaw smiling on her profile page. She grinning big as if on a theater stage. Big bold letters in dark blue and white. I nearly fell of my chair in a fright. It said in giant letters instead of FACEBOOK It blazed bright blue of PASTLOOKBOOK Well I scratched my head as I thought they all were past and dead. Clicked my mouse and there he was Dad photos fishing with Uncle Ned. This was such a shock cause he died when the lawn mower hit him five years ago in the head with a rock. Well this was something to see Well I dropped to pray on one knee. If this is true my scruples I'd lost or thew. Then I awoke in my computer chair with my messed up gray shiney hair. My pup licked my hand. FACEBOOK words to see again a welcome sight so grand. So If you click your mouse just one to many times beware of a ghostly view, Past friends and realatives could be waiting to visit with you. On PASTLOOKBOOK that strange web site, Boooooooo. Linda Terrell November 2009 My motto as an artist and poet When CREATIVITY is the lock. It is sometimes within as solid as a rock. IMAGINATION is the only key. to unlock it ever so freely. One with out the other, one can go no further.