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Nov 17
I’m not addicted
I’m just conflicted
This phone’s my friend
Till batteries end.

Fingers prone
I jab this phone
My face lit up
Like a buttercup.

If you’re on your phone
You’re never alone
The world is there
With room to spare.

You’re with your friends
Till the rainbow ends
I’m telling you
This phone’s brand new.
People tell me all the time.
Steve
Written by
Steve  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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       naǧí, TSPoetry, Jeremy Betts and Steve
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