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I’ve explored this theme before. Didn’t quite pull it off then, doubt if I’ve done it justice here. It was worth another shot…maybe.

I haven’t written a ditty,
that I give, gave
a damn about, in-
less …least a half decade

maybe I’ve aged pass giddy
into some evolving-bit and byte
self pity…my generation en masse,
the first to dial-up and die bequeathing,
one’s digital detritus, damn it ,
to the Cloud.

Like it, Or Not.



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