(Ed. note. The Observer was surprised to find this little poem tucked into a book he was reading at the local library.)
Cell Phone Love
I love
The Way you love me
Cellphone
Always ready and
There for me
Always opening up
With the flip of the wrist
Always Ready
Unless
Your battery is
Low
I love how you fit on
My ear
Always ready
to hear my Every
Little
Word
I love how you
take my picture
constantly
even when noone
else cares
I love you
Cellphone
You are
all
mine
on a monthly basis
subject to disconnect
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Yeesh. And I thought all the cellphones were at the Council meeting last night and now you say they're hanging out at the liberry, too.
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