Imagine a compilation of faces into a book.
Does it not sound a crook?
But it has a say in every nook,
As it gives a fine look,
To the social hook.
It gets into every house,
As each one browse,
With a small mouse,
Enabling a curious carouse
With rapt attention arouse.
Messages fly in the air,
Pregnant with thoughts fair
Accompanied by pictures rare,
Seeking a lovely fare,
With a recognised care.
A few misgivings are there,
That of privacy tear,
Distinguishing a grade bare,
Leading to an apprehension fair.
As always there are two sides to a coin,
Revealing that good and bad conjoin,
To expose a relevance that rejoins,
With an innovation adjoin
Fusing into a classicism enjoin.
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