Snow falls a few seconds at a time
and I think, this snow tease is killing me
then go to my computer and type
this snow tease is killing me
to the four hundred people
I count as friends
some I’ve never met but
know more than my
mother about how
I spend my days
They don’t call me on Sundays or
ask do I now have a cat and three
ferrets because they understand that
not everything on the Internet was
created by me
But they know I love snow
saw me smile mountain high
and ninety-five of them approved,
a good ratio I think
And they like me
well enough when I’m online and
they are too and they forgive my
transgressions like eating meat and
posting too many pictures of my dog
And if they care enough to talk
behind my back they have the whole world
to shield them because mostly I’m
in my house waiting and watching for the next
historic thing to share
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