Squared box
Bright flashing colors, with many hidden promises. Pictures memorize Body and limb paralize Keeping mind's interest Feeding the soul endless Turning many seconds wasted, stealing much precious time. Great invention a state ofthe art. I must accept, calculate reject, my battle lost. What a mighty high cost for all the time lost
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