Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Blank verse

The Curse of the Face-Book

The course of Face-book 

On her birthday she received 
Flowers, 
Cards,  
Gifts,  
Cakes, with candles on and
Readymade Phrases 
Her room was empty and 
No friends rang, they had
Like: 
Flowers,
Cards,
Gifts, 
And cakes with candles on 
Gone virtual.

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Kathryn Collins February 28, 2013 at 7:08 AM don't feel anything - forgot to type my all important name. Guess the card could have been from anyone, or maybe a slip of the finger. Some times the computer will give you a reminder and an automatic happy birithday with feeling will be sent.

Ilene Bauer February 23, 2013 at 5:57 AM so true and to me, so sad! Jan Oskar Hansen February 23, 2013 at 4:56 PM thank you iLene