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Time is Money

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.

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grishma-rialch
Indian
Published
Jul 7, 2010
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copyright 2010 by Grishma Rialch

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