Dead Cell Phone Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner

Dead Cell Phone

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That pesky phone.

You should of left a message after the tone.

I know what was racing through your mind,

And what my cell did wasn't very kind.

But it all worked out at the end.

Right after I replied and pushed send.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Irony
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