We’re running in circles on Google Plus,
We’re passing like ships, and what’s the fuss?
I miss conversations that lasted all day,
And privacy, and building on trust.

We share this home, these kids, the WiFi,
At the end of the day we have to try;

To pour some wine, not check our Klout;
To share our stories, not tweet them out.

The connections can thrill;
The Plus 1’s gratify;
But nothing compares
To you and I.

How you read my mind;
How I know what to do--
You and I,
In our network of two.


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