Posted Monday, January 5th, 2009
The social network,
Becoming ripe and ready to be plucked,
For a new harvest is yet to be sprung.
Girls spreading their leaves,
To reach new territory.
Boys growing stronger,
To defend what they already have.
All a vine, a web of
How we know each other is a mystery.
What we do, is known by all.
A vine of full growth
Is an extrovert blossoming on a sunny day.
A vine closed with no buds.
Is an introvert cast over by a shadow of gray.
Green and red
Black and white
Which one will satisfy the taste buds,
To first be picked for freedom.
Each picked to perfection
Always striving to be the best in the batch.
Clusters of friends, but which will be
The leaders of the pack.
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