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A web has been spun
around the world
wide as imagination
making possible what
beforehand 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 truly still alone.

A web has been spun
around the world
wide, wild conflagration
forging herculeaic,
the marriage of hearts
and souls and minds.

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well written comment on the effect the internet has had...............scribbler

it is a common experience to us all, I suppose. I remember the days of snail mail and penpals and 84 Charring Cross Road. The world has changed so much since then.

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'Break, break break on thy cold grey stones, O Sea.'

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The web is truly spun, and we are spinning within it. We must not lose control of this medium, there is a chance for the young to use this for good. Your poem is truthfully scary, also well written. Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

our control of our involvement and use of the net is something to be held in an almost sacred trust. Each day there are scary reports and nothing is left to fiction any longer.

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'Break, break break on thy cold grey stones, O Sea.'

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