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Jul 2010
I'm sitting in my bed.
My phone begins to ring.
Who could be calling me
On this little thing?

I look at the screen
A text message for thee!
Oh boy, I had thought.
Who could it be?

I click open up!
I read it away.
It was an add.
For some stupid game.

I put the phone down
All ready to sleep
When all of a sudden
I heard a loud beep!

I looked at my phone
And saw one more text
And then another
How many were next!?

I started to cringe
And then I got mad
Why are text messages
So freaking bad??

I hoped it was finished
I hope it was over.
Is this texting?
Or is this torture?
Written by
Dean Bonsignore
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