Skype
I'm so glad I got Skype
Though you're the only person I speak to on it
But I see your lovely face
And all my troubles melt away
So Skype is marvelous
Since you are marvelous
And I adore speaking to you
Even if it's merely over grainy laptop cameras and faltering speakers
But I love you
And I miss you
But skyping makes everything right
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