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Lots of info

In this era of multiplying info
I roam all around to drink
To drink the sweet honey of info
I am cluttered with info
So lots of them I can read
Its everywhere arou d me
Sometimes I find gold inthe heap of books
Sometimes only occupied things
I dont know how will I manage it
I want all of them
But I forgot that it is not possible
I should work smart
To present the mighty data
Its only a tool not my life
Its just means to pass my time
All that is feasible is not info but the use of it
Its only a means of communication
Its not a life its just info

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