2023 Version The bright-eyed lass stared at her glowing screen, Longing for the sound of the click so keen. A prospective neighbor, perhaps a long-lost friend, A connection so strong, it might never end. She tended her farm, crops growing tall, Hoping that click would come to call. Night after night, she lay in bed, Anxiously waiting, not daring to rest her head. Many clicks came, but none held the key, To unlock the door to her destiny. She knew not what she sought, But the click that mattered, she knew not. Yet still, he haunted her every night, … Continue readingA farmville terrorists – A comment on Modern Life