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| − | + | We’re running in circles on Google Plus, | |
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| − | + | We’re passing like ships, and what’s the fuss? | |
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| − | + | I miss conversations that lasted all day, | |
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| − | + | And privacy, and building on trust. | |
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| − | + | We share this home, these kids, the WiFi, | |
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| − | + | At the end of the day we have to try; | |
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| + | To pour some wine, not check our Klout; | ||
| + | To share our stories, not tweet them out. | ||
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| + | The connections can thrill; | ||
| + | The Plus 1’s gratify; | ||
| + | But nothing compares | ||
| + | To you and I. | ||
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| + | How you read my mind; | ||
| + | How I know what to do— | ||
| + | You and I, | ||
| + | In our network of two. </div> | ||
''Taken from http://heathergracestewart.com'' | ''Taken from http://heathergracestewart.com'' | ||
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