THE PHONEA Poem by rutherfordPart of the digital age and other madnessI hate the phone most times It rings and no good can come of it Problems for you to solve The whole world can get at you Cell phones are your own portable world of of trouble They make a phone for old people with big buttons I want a good news phone where the calls bring news that your novel has been accepted and you've won the Nobel Prize for something you don’t remember. © 2013 rutherfordReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 8, 2013 Last Updated on September 8, 2013 Tags: poem, phone, technology AuthorrutherfordAboutMisguided visionary playing with words. Strongly encourage comments that will improve my pieces. If you friend me, I ask that you have first looked at my writing and willing to offer some helpful re.. more..Writing
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