RouterA Poem by Rosa Carlyle-MitchellSporadic internet is unhealthily irritating.
I type in some numbers,
When it f***s out, and my nerves flex. Not out and in, Out and in, Like pleasant sex. In the ‘username’ box I type: admin. What truth! Its like the pang of A child’s loose, dangling tooth. Twist it right. Loading. Twist it left. Slow pixel wave. Twist it right. Encoding. Twist it left. Feel like a slave. © 2012 Rosa Carlyle-MitchellAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRosa Carlyle-MitchellCape Town, Western Cape, South AfricaAboutI write because it's the right means. For me. I've got plenty in me for 20. more..Writing
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