My human center starts to boil,
Sane thoughts is that I spoil,
My fever to a climatical flounder,
I start to stumble near the counter,
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So quick, turn on the tv Just to get a dose to see The goings on around The world in color and with sound. You discover what you surely knew The shows about sports, not what's new Switch the channel quick and sure There's another pretty lady, so pure. Talking and smiling all the while As reality goes into network imposed exile. But wait there are ads to get you to spend What little cash that remains, my friend. Addiction has many forms. s
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