Give me back my blog..

I had a blog on Facebook once,
Cool it seemed to use and some.
I wrote it with my worldly might,
And felt a rush of sheer delight.

As days passed the articles grew,
And suddenly Facebook decided to screw.
Gone was the blog and the rush of delight,
In its place came a maddening sight,
Of a page not found on plain old white..

I had a blog on Facebook once,
Cool it seemed to use and some.
I wrote it with my worldly might,
And felt a rush of sheer delight.

No backup I had, of the lost blog,
I lost all sleep and my veins got clogged.
Nothing could be done and nothing could be said,
Besides give me back, give me back,
Give me, give me back my blog!

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