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January 24, 2005

TV a poem by Aila

TV, it brings comfort,
And joy to its eager watchers

It hypnotizes, and divides,
As people lose their minds

It alone remains moving while
Everything else is still,
Like its watcher's minds

It drags you back to reality,
Then floats you up to the clouds,
Witha click of a button, and
Change of a channel

The machine caring for
And raising our people,
The machine dictating
Our moods, and our thoughs,
Is the TV

Posted by Idinraha at January 24, 2005 03:58 PM

Comments

Mesmerized...

Posted by: cycho [TypeKey Profile Page] at January 24, 2005 08:26 PM

and Its so good that I hardly ever watch it anymore

Posted by: David Etebari at January 27, 2005 02:35 PM

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