Ode To the Mobile Phone
As I gazed up and down my street ,fellow neighbors never stop and speak Three neighbors held their cell phones hiding their facial expressions. Saw and heard me not when i yelled be ware an open manhole is in your direction. So I watched my two neighbors continue on.
Copyright © Lawrence Goldman | Year Posted 2023
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