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April 3, 2011 2:12 amComments are Disabled

Facebook is the place I go to vent,
To share and sometimes smile, and to curse,
Though sometimes I must wonder where time went,
And whether saying naught might have been worse.
I find about my updates much ado,
With people calling foul and crying bull.
I see my friends and everything they do,
And wonder why my wall is much more full.
Sometimes it is fun to stalk my friends,
And browse through photos ’til the day is done,
But sometimes these means do not meet the ends,
Of finding that my friends have much more fun.
Each day I stare and think upon my wall,
That I’ve been lost, and never loved at all.

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