My Cell Makes Me Need Seltzer
Your tiny symbols make me squint and squall.
The eyes are getting older after all.
I'm cool enough to text.
But what do I push next?
I need a kid to show me how to call!
for contest"Techno-Limerick"
sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
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