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Our society is obsessed with the cell phone That ever present handy little device If we could just leave it behind Sometimes that would be nice I've observed people literally Walk into a door While looking down at their cell phone As if gazing at the floor A call a text or Instagram Excuse me I have to check my mail O my God!!!my batteries low!! Please my phone do not fail I know we're here for dinner But I must text a friend LOL and *** Now it's time to send Cell phones have their place I guess in today's society But there would not be one in existence If it were up to me No one can communicate As in talking face to face This type of interaction Has by the cell phone been replaced I guess that's just the way it is today O how I long for the days of old When you had to find a pay phone In the heat or rain or cold Drop a quarter in the slot Or maybe just a dime Better say what you want Your running out of time I'm just a little old fashioned I guess I like the way it used to be When two would sit and talk Without interruption from technology RLB
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
It's A Cell Phone World
Our society is obsessed with the cell phone That ever present handy little device If we could just leave it behind Sometimes that would be nice I've observed people literally Walk into a door While looking down at their cell phone As if gazing at the floor A call a text or Instagram Excuse me I have to check my mail O my God!!!my batteries low!! Please my phone do not fail I know we're here for dinner But I must text a friend LOL and *** Now it's time to send Cell phones have their place I guess in today's society But there would not be one in existence If it were up to me No one can communicate As in talking face to face This type of interaction Has by the cell phone been replaced I guess that's just the way it is today O how I long for the days of old When you had to find a pay phone In the heat or rain or cold Drop a quarter in the slot Or maybe just a dime Better say what you want Your running out of time I'm just a little old fashioned I guess I like the way it used to be When two would sit and talk Without interruption from technology RLB
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robert-blankenship
American
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
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