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While reading the times and looking out the window,
I wonder sometimes as to why I am being watched,
constantly by the carbon products of my internet life.
The drilling of information seems far exceeding my needs, yet
before I begin with my microblogging nuances, I feel the need
to read the newspaper which is still dutifully delivered to my door every day at 5am.
After I have had my fill of coffee, a bite of a bagel, and a story
about the city council asking for another municipal bond,
I find myself on the computer, hunched over my keyboard
just as I was 15 minutes before I fell asleep last night.
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