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Ah, Lord—
grant me a firewall as long as my nose,
and a courage to match its shadow.
Let me log on with panache:
not in vanity,
but in honest brilliance—
sword in one hand,
strong password in the other,
and a poem on my tongue.
Protect me from cowards who stab with comments
then flee behind nameless profiles;
teach me to duel them, when I must,
not in hatred, but in wit,
defending the dignity of those they wound.
Guard my letters and messages—
those trembling confessions,
those quiet encouragements—
from crude exposure and careless forwarding.
And when love itself passes through the wires,
let it be noble,
not manipulative;
tender,
not predatory.
If I must be wounded,
let it be for speaking truth,
for protecting the innocent,
for refusing to betray a trust—
so that my stewardship of this digital stage
bears, if nothing else,
a little plume of true panache.
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