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Cell Phones

Heads bowed, eyes focused, The magic of the Hocus Pocus. Transfixed, in a spell Nothing else will they dwell. Walking around zombified Surely brains, have been fried. Life ruined, no conversation, Texting now the inspiration. Grasp of language, long forgotten, Shortened text – yuk, it’s rotten, GR8, LOL, TLC, OMDB, Worlds gone mad, OMG!!

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Smita Kulkarni

Date: 9/18/2019 11:41:00 AM

You got that right Ronald!

Ronald D Thompson
Date: 9/18/2019 3:39:00 PM

Thank you. Best wishes...Ron

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 8/26/2019 8:09:00 PM

G'day Ronald … well written verse on the modern way of life. Society has gone mad. Are we on the universes lunatic asylum? It appears so - thanks Ronald - Lindsay

Ronald D Thompson
Date: 8/27/2019 12:47:00 PM

Hi Lindsay! Yes I believe we are on the universes lunatic asylum! Really appreciate the comment. Best wishes..Ron x

Gershon Wolf

Date: 8/25/2019 4:37:00 PM

You've certainly summed it all up. ~ gw

Ronald D Thompson
Date: 8/25/2019 4:43:00 PM

Thanks Gershon....RT