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My Phone


 

I got my first cell phone when i was ten. 

I liked texting better than paper and pen. 

I had a cute voicemail and it made me smile. 

when people call my cell, i stay happy for a while. 

I loved all the little games too,

Oh how could I last a day without you? 

No one compares to the things you do

You keep me alive when I'm feeling blue

for if you were to die I would lose my signal too

without you I would have no clue what to do

but only wanting more and more of you.

 

 

 

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