<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Life, the Obstacle Course]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[taurusingemini]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com/author/taurusingemini/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Rite of Passage, a&nbsp;Poem]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:center;">Translated…</p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>Forgotten When It’d Started Happening</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>But, I’d Learned to Hold it All in</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>Forgotten When it Was</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>That I’d, Started Learning to Grab at Things</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>Forgotten When </em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>We’d Just, Learned Everything</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>Every Single Actions We’d Practiced Over &amp; Over Again</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>Inside the Amniotic Sac</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img src="https://lifetheobstaclecourse.files.wordpress.com/2016/06/2ad9f-fb-addict1.jpg" />not my picture&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Hero’s Name, Etched into Our Hearts</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Anxieties that’s Getting to Me Now, Do Calm Back Down</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>One of These Days We Will Find, that Secret Passageway</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Taking Us Toward Getting Older</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>As I Was Bathing, I Was Reminded of the Hands</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>And I Felt Sorry For All the Years Already Gone</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Recalled the Facebook of the Golden State Warriors</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><img src="https://i0.wp.com/www.conseilsmarketing.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/addicted-to-facebook.jpg" />this is how serious it&#8217;s getting&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>The Totems, the Memories, and Legends Too</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>The Pies from the Future, Italy</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>The Speed of Songs and Chants, as Well as the Metals Too</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>Forgotten When it Was</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>That I’d Learned to Use Facebook</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img src="https://i0.wp.com/blogmsi.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/untitled.bmp" />not my photo&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">So, this, is a REALLY bad trend, because if coming of age is reliant on FB, then, that is, really awful, and, so, how did the past generations get on, before FB was invented, huh?  Had you ever wondered about that?  And, if you become totally reliant on something, like your lives depend on it, then, after it’d gone, you will, have a HELL of a time, readapting, to life without it.</p>
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