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Mar 2011
Everything is connected,
Knowledge is the disease;
So let's all get infected,
Instead of doing what we please.

We always are ready,
Planned excuses in our mind
Even though its unsteady;
Cuz really we are blind.

Everything has an effect,
Or does that start with 'A'?
A current defect,
Doesn't matter anyway.

We are bathed in idiocy,
Which really doesn't make sense;
Sooner or later you'll see
That's the real consequence.

I'll leave you with a thought,
It's really simple I swear,
Every line starts with a dot
And ever lines as thin as hair.

Careful where you tread,
You could just lose your toes;
The beauty of the future,
Is that nobody knows.
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