And now, I unsubscribe And so we face the final net-curtain. My friends, I'll say it clear, I'll state our case, of which I'm certain. We've signed, a list that's full. We've traveled east on e-highways; And more, much more than this, We posted our way. Emails, we've had a few; But then again, too few to mention. We checked, what we had on cue And read them through, without exemption. We sought, uncharted discourse; Each war of words, turned over next day And more, much more than this, We posted our way. Yes, there were threads, I'm sure you knew When we bit off more than we could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, We wrote it up and spit it out. But Facebook won and now we fall; And posted our way. We've loved, We've laughed and cried. We've had our fill; our share of losing. And now, as tears subside, We find it all so amusing. To think, we read all that; And may I say - not in a bold way, "Oh no, no more ascii, We posted our way". For what is a list, what has it got? If not ourselves, then it has naught. To say the things we truly feel; And not the words, of those who kneel. The record shows, we took the blows - And posted our way! Yes it was our way.
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