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Ode to My Phone


Petunia,

my friend,

until the end.

She's more

than a phone,

she's a touch of home.

 

Constant

communication

to my entire nation.

She wakes me up, with a tune in the a.m.

Then gives me

the forecast

each day

making sure

my outfit's okay.

 

She keeps

my school notes

safe everyday,

my homework asignments

are never astray.

 

She's my personal photograher,

and her vides are'nt bad,

but her entertainment,

is the best I've had.

She can always put

a smile on my face,

with ifunny and vines

at my fingertips.

 

She keeps me in touch

wih all of my friends

and plays me songs

until the end.

I can reach my parents

wheneve I need,

and Jupier Grades updates

with all the new feed.

 

Petunia,

she's more

than

a cell,

she's my

friend!

 

 

 

 

 

 
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