Sad truth is.. when you really know someone intimately, their thoughts, their deepest desires, who they are when no one is looking... Loving them is difficult. Our phones reflect our true identities. And that is why these days a relationship/marriage can end just by checking his/her phone
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I pick up my phone and dial..
Hello, love???" i say.
"Who is this???" she asks from the other side.
"ouch?? has it been that long that you even forgot?"
"it's me Gerishon ??" i answer.
"aww??Shon? How have you been?" She asks...
In the background i hear a baby crying ????
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When asking to describe the size of something during a telephone repair support
I would say
"Is it bigger than a bread box?"
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Aren't our phones smart enough?
Am I my phone's pet?
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Kia baat hai Supari police walon ko baray phone kar raha hai sala kahin Mera fake encounter??
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"When I need a break I run away from the computer/phone. The two things that have people in prison. Wish we could turn back time to a simpler time. I know time marches on with good/bad."
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Zafar Khan judges ki bhi secretly audio videos record karta hai or waqt anay par public me leak kar daita so be careful your cell phone your smart phone is recording.
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Why are you tapping phones and recording calls?
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Oye Phone Tapper tun murna nahi?
Why are you recording our calls?
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For the one who forgives, finds strength untold, In choosing kindness, a heart unfolds, And as forgiveness spreads its wings, A symphony of healing it sings.
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"Existence is a symphony, where every life is a note, and the universe is the grand conductor, weaving the melody of creation."
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The pursuit of scientific knowledge is a symphony of observation, experimentation, and the harmonious dance of imagination and evidence.
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Don't give cell phones to your kids to get rid of them, instead give them children's books: Pinocchio and Heidi. They will be great leaders and achievers.
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Our mobile phones,internet and telecommunication devices are their eyes and ears through which they record audio video Plus they use different spy gadgets.
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Intelligence Bureau can listen our conversation through mobile, phone, tab, laptop and other telecommunication devices meanwhile they can share it with other People.
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Don has access to spy mobile phones and tabs but the question is who granted it???
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If I could play the violin
I'd write a melody /
euphonious to draw you in
and play my rhapsody (from the poem "If I Could Play the Violin")
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Every sphere needs to move in so sequential symphony,
If not, could all live in life-casting cosmic harmony?
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Intelligence Bureau IB,How does don listen our phone calls and trace our location?I mean Who gave don tracking and hacking devices and softwares?
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Why do you tap our phone calls and put our cell numbers on location tracking.
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Don Bhai indian numbron pay whatsapp bananay kay liye, phone taping aur tracing kay liye, audio video recording and sharing kay liye konsa software aur device use hota hai?Plus jo injection ap lagvatay ho us ka name kia hai?
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The true purpose of the modern 'smart' phone is to make its user appear, act, and feel like a complete dummy.
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'Hurry Honey' satisfaction..." Your my lady and is where I go for fun & jollies while Mary Palm will stay at home waiting for my phone call"
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'Hurry Honey' Phone Sales..." Hello! Yes, Do you want a Hearing-aid - What? I can't hear YOU"
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Hark! Hear how the sweet birds sing in a melodious symphony for the coming of Spring.
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Poets often write about what's realized by the five senses. Just as there are many movements in a composer's symphony, there's always more a poet can bring. Search continually for the poem that engages that sixth sense.
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They tap phone calls and read messages and always keep an eye is fielding.
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At a troubled time when the bedeviling binds on our minds have landed us in a lampoonery of a life and we move boustrophedon between boisterous buffooneries and cacophonous contumelies, literature, if not a splendid cynosure to our goals, is, I daresay, a salubrious salve to our souls that seldom cease to seethe.
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Poem is that symphony wrapped inside oceans of emotions and words of heart , spoken and rhymed by tongue of love, everything into complete isolation and vastness of peace and with will of imagination
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Phones are like elbows. They don't belong on the table.
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