Dot, dot, dot,
The annoying sign that someone is typing,
Lines are wiggling back and forth like waves,
You have to have good eyes to look at the small screen that fits in your palm of your hand,
You might get leg cramps waiting for the person to respond,
I wish I could get my thoughts down on paper faster,
I am so lucky to have friends who don't care how long it takes me to type,
Thank goodness for the internet so that they can get back with me overnight,
I wouldn't want to keep them in agony if a message is important.
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