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A web has been spun
around the world
wide as imagination
making possible what
before hand took years
Many other modes of
communication and
intercourse have fallen
almost by the way side
and flies come in droves
thirsting for much more
What spider lurks we
can only conceptualise
What dangers we
can scarce visualise
But what remains as
it was in antiquated
human conversation
is that in all this closeness
in each others' faces
we are trully still alone.
A web has been spun
around the world
wide, wild conflagration
forging herculeaic
the marriage of hearts
and souls and minds.
poem by Frederick Kesner
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