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Wiki-The-Tricky-Trap-Tapped-Us


science fiction's come to roost
in our daily lives
those glued to boob-tube
privacy compromised+
some one is in there
smiling because they can hear you
they know when you're at home
how does it make you feel
to know you are really not alone
and your voice is recorded
not your own
you may have to monitor
what comes off your tongue
those red-minded devils
taking dictation of your every word

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS WORK
AND ALSO BY THIS AUTHOR/WRTIER
M A HOWELLS/ AND ALSO FOR THIS
LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE:
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER/OUR TILT-A-WORLD
WRITTEN IN THE PUBLIC LIBRARY/
2:44PM/PST MARCH 15/2017

most assuredly Times New Roman
(think of the Empire)





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