Remember when butter was made by hand?

A novelty now.

Excuse me, I hear a ringtone.

Horses transported.

Children awakened with the sun.

Slumber began at nightfall.

My friends exist as avatars.

A like, a favorite, don’t forget,

the hashtag.

I must gain more followers

Vibrant existence for the individual.

Virtually everywhere,

So connected yet more distant than ever.

Detached but for a smart phone.

Grandma use to send letters.

Remember the letter?

Logging off now.




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