Email and chat Overload--Help if you can
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Email and chat Overload--Help if you can
Please Read My Poem; I am being so overwhelmed by overload of modern technology and interent comunication, http://www.originalpoetry.com/walls-closing-in-heaps-of-debris-fall-do My life dictated hitherto, in servant to you. Push beyond my limits I still got through. As time rendered true, y’all pounded more. To keep it going I used long lasting glue. Super glue worked like voodoo or witches brew. CatsMeow 
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.