Isn't it nice to have a computer
And do an e-mail to an old friend
And get repsonses back.
You can express your feelings
And not hear what they have'
To say back to you.
You don't have to hear
A loud voice
You don't have to hear sarcastic opinions
You don't have to hear them say back
I'll call you next year
Till you calm down:
I do e-mails
But talk on a telephone
Comes from family
And we don't use vulger
Language
We chat in a nice way
with god in our lines of connection
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