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What A Phone Can Do


I crave it everyday

I do not "want" I need

The feel, the touch, the way it makes me feel

It brings me calmness and a sense of security

I am lost without it; it defines me as a person

My phone knows my inner-most thoughts and feelings

It gudes me through life 

by answering all my questinos

and putting me in contact with my loved ones

I give my phone life and it does the same for me

I protect it from the cruel world by only using a case

Technology is a beautiful thing

It puts a smile on my face

and a tear on my cheek

Even when I'm all alone 

my phone is there for me

 

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