Wondering whether the muted scene of despair is
for real won't give leeway where the rubber meets
the road. So we want to watch free-to-air TV; I am
opining easy, but tongue-in-cheek - she’s the one
with remote-in-hand primacy; been doing it longer
than me. If it is not where it used to be then we’ve
a weird situation or we’re implying there’s now an
evidently bigger glitch than random IP addresses
switch; normally where you look if things go awry,
and it was there - with hints of intrigue now we’ve
Netflix access again. Incredulity thus redefines it
as resignation too good to accept a fence wasn't
mended - and yet kept things just the same
© 21 April 2014, I. D. Carswell
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