Then My Phone Rings Poem by Debora Jarvela

Then My Phone Rings



I'm searching for my things
Then my phone rings
I'm sitting on the throne
I hear the ringing of my phone
I have a meeting, I'm running late
Then my phone begins to vibrate
Now, in the car I left my phone
As it's playing my favorite ring tone.

Friday, February 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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