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September 13, 2016
I don’t know what an App is,
nor do I twitter or tweet,
which leaves me on the back foot;
the baton dropped when I compete.
I don’t know the latest jargon;
my iphone hardly used.
It is a whole new world to me,
at times I feel abused.
‘Do you want to play with me?’
flashed upon my screen.
In horror I deleted it;
who was this creep, I’d never seen?
I’m told my Website an oasis,
where only nomads tread,
who fall on it by accident,
in desperation to be fed.
‘Give me a pen and paper,
and notebook every time.
Complete with real life pages,
where I can write in rhyme.
So no-one else can steal
my ideas as they appear,
which seems to be the case:
Copyright, an ass, I fear!
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