Social fretworking

In the paradox of social networks, the more cyber friends we make, the less social, we become

Postcard from a Pigeon

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I posted a thought,
it flew away
through dark, cavernous
cyberways,
to bump and grind
with other lonesome thoughts,
in the hotbeds of social fretworks
and worried then,
where it might go,
unguided, misunderstood,
to liaise, frolic and fret,
argue, debate,
opinionate
in a world of posts,
untethered,
away from me
gone, awaiting its return,
alone.

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