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Oh! The Woe of the Cell Phone
Oh! the woe of the cell phone!
No new calls from you to me.
When I looked at my phone,
I thought it was you who called
But I was wrong - I felt alone.
It's sad, who really called,
Because it was only my dad
Pathetic? You guessed it - me.
Oh! the woe of the cell phone!
No new calls from you to me.
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"But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think."
- Lord Byron
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