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Logged in...or out?

Logged in...or out?

Dishevelled
Mixed up
Round-a-bout
All over where I shoulda been

Logged in now
Twitter-feed
Password setting
Sight unseen

If only there was understanding
Step back
Think
Deliber(ate)

Answers may be somewhere near
Instructions followed
Log in – late

Love it now
But hate is close
Unless I find the anecdote

Hidden meaning –
Is there one?
Feeling like I’ve just begun

Reboot – try!
It’s getting hard
Update – wait –
Takes time to start

Face up to facts
Ignore – it’s bliss
Understand and synchronize
Programs made for benefit
Updated here before my eyes

Download – save – enlarge to view
A photo taken
Me and you

Smile – oh so au naturale
Print and frame
It’s background? Blue

Never-ending
Continue on
My mind – a haze
Too late to think

Move away
Log out – thank God!
Find wet bar
I need a drink!
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Dean Kuch

I'll have what you're having, Owen.
I could use a good, stiff drink myself.
It's been one'a those weeks, ya know the kind I'm referring to?
The kind that proves that the existence of Murphy's Law actually exists?
Nice write.
You just gotta love modern technology, right?
~Dean Kuch ??? ⌨️

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Owen James

Big fan of Murphy's Law Dean - thanks for the comment - and love the hat, mate!

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Dean Kuch

My pleasure, Owen.
Take care.
~Dean ?

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