hurt

A Poem by h d e rushin

My daughter taught me

how to text someone this morning.

Now, at 8 oclock,

my thumbs hurt. What I thought about was

in my entire life,

my thumbs have never

hurt. ?

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There's something sweet and innocent about this write.
Really enjoyed reading it. :)

i have a love/'hate relationship with texting

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Added on August 1, 2013
Last Updated on August 1, 2013

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