Every day
People create and make
Puppets, clothes and books
Although credit never goes
To the people who make the paper
And the wooden legs
Of all the novels in the world
None have made a thanks
To all the people who have made this possible
So we could read and play
But now finally
I will give and not take
Credit to all the people
Who have made my chips
My screen and all the pixels
The apps and words
The keyboards and colors
They eyes and nerves
The brain and thoughts
So I may use that all
To create this what you see
YOU ARE READING
All The Truth And Nothing More, Your Honor
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