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Aug 2014
On this eternally present appendix
of our modern life
Called our lifeline,
What is a landline?
Our fingers glide
Our eyes slowly die
We stare, we do not dare
Look away; wait, I gotta take this!
We buy
Sometimes sell
We search:
***
Love
Stuff
Knowledge?
Perhaps.

J Eduardo Ramos ©
J Eduardo Ramos
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J Eduardo Ramos  Third Stone from our Sun
(Third Stone from our Sun)   
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