O how I rely on thee for e'ery breath.
Each minute of my clock doth tick for thy rhythm.
Thou art my advisor for thought and answer to all inquiry.
How shall I adopt your silence when your song
Has given wings to my mind?
Alas thy triumph o'er the earth's hold brings my sorrow
To fruition and your chains to naught.
Hold now a tight view of me in frozen frames
For your follower's pleasure and mine display.
You have unlatched the locks
and opened toms to their peeping,
But now in sad abondon have left me forlorn!
How can I last without your drone and
my curiosity's sation!
Come back from your forgotten place
And rail me again with your wonder!
Without you I have not clothes
Not boistrous merriment at my fellow's pith!
Come back to me my wondrous machine,
Beforemine head dries of thirst.
Please, Internet, come back on.
Passionate like a bear. Stubborn as a ram. Systematic as a rocket scientist.
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