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Digital Detox

Check your cell phone at the door
And welcome to the bash.
No technology allowed, 
So ditch your secret stash.

Cut yourself off from your friends
And give your thumbs a break.
We have experts who can help –
Withdrawal’s hard to take.

There are fun activities
To keep you occupied.
Make a bracelet out of hemp – 
Materials supplied.

Play some ping pong – shoot some pool;
There’s a foosball table.
Watch some old-time TV shows 
From years preceding cable.

Test your typing skills – clack clack;
The paper’s on a roller!
Note the errors you can make
When you are the controller.

Everyone’s invited – 
See if you can pass the test,
A night to disconnect
And give those mobile phones a rest.

These parties really do exist – 
Restraint is in one’s power;
But most of the participants
Don’t even last an hour!

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  1. Date: 1/10/2013 4:47:00 PM

    Wow ilene, I'm just in awe of your talent. ENJOYED VERY MUCH.

  1. Date: 1/6/2013 11:27:00 AM

    I am porbably one of the last men on earth that does not own a cell phone or an Ipad. I love the rhythm and rhyme of your poetry. Mike

  1. Date: 1/6/2013 7:03:00 AM

    Betty Ford for technology. I learned on one of those manual typewriters with the crummy carbon paper which gave me blue fingers; and two sided erasers. Then correction paper came along, then the IBM electric with the "element." Mama Leone.

  1. Date: 1/4/2013 6:43:00 AM

    Haha, I believe it - "they don't even last an hour". Too funny. I don't think I even want to go :) I am too accustomed and attached to all my devices! lol. I would be lost... Great write, Ilene :)

  1. Date: 1/3/2013 6:29:00 PM

    hahahah, Now that is one party I am DOWN for and I WOULD last it out all through the night, since I can't damn TEXT!! love it, my friend

  1. Date: 1/3/2013 4:01:00 PM

    I see people walking on the streets who appear to be talking to themselves. They all have a tiny thing stuck in their ears as they have a conversation with someone situated miles away. Good poem as usual Ilene.