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Netflix: God of Entertainment


In the city of bed and pillow lives a God named Netflix. 

He uses his powers of telling you what to watch and what is recommended. 

He only comes out at eleven o’ clock and stays up with you until you fall asleep. 

He dresses up in whatever you dress him in and portrays all colors of the rainbow. 

He always ask “Who’s watching” 

He  has more than one identity such as: Mom, Dad, Brother, Sister, or Me.

This is just his way of making sure who’s who and have everything set for you.  

He charges a monthly fee, but he lets you know ahead of time with glee.

 You can check him out for a thirty days 

Or sometimes a month free!

 He can go away for weeks or even months. 

But that’s because you overuse him.

Netflix wants the best in all of us. 

He is hear for our entertainment with nothing less and nothing more.

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