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Aug 2016
"It's like a greeting of a new born baby.
For the first time it's placed inΒ Β your hand
you smile and would give it a name if you can.
What come s next is you show your beautiful
newcomer to all family, and friends.
Who wants to hold it, while you want to protect it.
It seems to never end.
To a cell phone. It's on vacation each, and everyday
of the week.
You check into the finest hotels, eat at 5 star restaurants, and
is pleased just walking down the street.
When it's time to end your day, you place it on your
night table, not too far away. Tuck yourself in while the night comes to an end.
Waking up in the morning you first yawn, then reach
for your cell.
You gently take off the charger as if your changing a
baby's diaper.
Then you wait for it to speak, hoping to hear good
news while you were asleep.
All is well. A brand new day is to begin. You both jump
out of bed, make it to the kitchen table where "You And Your Cell"
will have your regular, bacon and an egg."
Micahel De Tomasso
Written by
Micahel De Tomasso  Lewisville, Texas
(Lewisville, Texas)   
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