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Jul 2010
Aimlessly Marko was surfing,
from one site to another,
I mean websites by that,
not even looking at what they shouted.
He kept surfing,
one jump to another,
tired of wasting time,
plunging further into this idleness,
thought of doing,
something constructive
being of some use to this society
this humanitarian world
bringing some change in the world.
Got up, started catching flies.
copyright 2010 by Grishma Rialch
Written by
Grishma Rialch
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