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Nov 2018
It seems like yesterday
That we all have a common item
All within our hands
That can give me more
My bread and water
Can turn to money in abundance
In which I prefer
To sell it all

So he says,

"So come buy my product
By selling yours
I deny all disruptions
That would claim
That they're fake

I promise not to scam you
As long as you give me
Your personal info
And your stock
But if you block me
I will give your computer
A nasty virus
As a ransom"

And I said "no,
I have an antivirus
In which I shall combat
Your scam in which
You try to take away
My life from me."
Jesse Cochran
Written by
Jesse Cochran  25/M/Torrington, CT
(25/M/Torrington, CT)   
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