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You have a face,
A facebook page.
Where all your woes you write
And fears assuage.
In your entourage you say
I have more and more each day.
From far and wide from east and west
As everyone can attest.
They've seen you rise
And seen you fall,
You have too many to recall.
You do not see, you do not call
They're scarcely really friends at-all.

poem by Paul Brookes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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