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 TV slash Computor age

TV slash Computor age
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Some people still live by shooting guns they pull bolts back and ridicule themselves they let the bullits fly and kill they soul when innocent people die they go to GOD be very careful flinging stones for the babies have the EAR of GOD.  He still listens and HE sees.
Eye have quite imagined there is people still alive who eat there bread in silence and never go outside who sit upon the bed and love they wife who have no television or a phone they live in peace they have a home where no electricity runs in outlets where no computer sits with noises fan blowing mouse clicking even when we are not there stand-by blinking screen-savers pouring from a non-existant waterfall cascading down my living room drowning all my pleasant thoughts to have is to have to live without is to have not. To camp To camp To camp no TV a radio perhaps only for emergencies,
 a lap top? No they simply cost too much for me eye live on a blanket of forgotten love eye breathe eye eat when my love can send me some she sends me love.
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