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People posting, sharing their stuff As people scroll through They can get enough. Your smiles Your laughs We see it all, There is no need For that crystal ball. Why not keep quiet, Privacy is treasure. Why is it so important To share your sadness Or your pleasure. People you dont know, They gorge on your stuff. The keyboard warrior arises, They can't tell When enough is enough. They spin it this way So it serves their purpose. Afraid to show their faces, They hide behind the curtains Privacy is my treasure And I will guard it with my life. So you wont see any pictures Of my kids, me or my wife. But if you want to see me, Or pop round for a chat You know where I live You know where I'm at. Dont be afraid To knock at my door, I love the company I wish ot would happen much more

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 3/20/2021 5:27:00 AM
Such a true penned piece John, indeed we all miss that face to face chat as social media has robbed us of all of that. Good to meet a fellow Brit on AP, take care and keep safe, Gordon
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John Foreman
Date: 3/23/2021 8:55:00 AM
Thank you Gordon for your kind words. Hopefully normal life will resume shortly. Stay safe my friend
Date: 3/2/2021 7:08:00 AM
Put the coffee pot on, I'm heading over! People used to do more visiting, didn't they? We are in a strange experiment and I wonder how it will turn out. Some good some bad no doubt. Enjoyed your poem :)
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John Foreman
Date: 3/2/2021 9:04:00 AM
Oh the Joy's of simple face to face conversation and company over a coffee or a pot of tea. It's a crazy 24hr non stop world we live in. Thank you for your kind words, and of course the kettle is always on ??

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