Sat, 07/19/2014 - 17:11 -- NiceyB

You would think your words are enough to communicate

Electric flow through those lines should be of high rate

But what is it about my generation?

Have we lost the tranquility of our mind's treasure

Has it seep through the drain and into the ocean gone forever? 

Or never to be found

Blockage from the mysteries of the disconnection

There is no electric flow

Too many he say she say static

Is anybody there? Hello?



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