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My Cellphone Rang
5 March, 2003
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)

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Everytime my cell phone rings
A little melody it plays
It wouldn't be so bad at all
But in my head it stays and stays

Even long well after
Five minutes sometimes ten
I still hear the little melody
I wish my ears I could defend

Maybe if it was a lower pitch
The continuing sound would cease
Then maybe that little melody
From my head, it would release

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Martin Vann (67.28.88.149) -- Thursday, March 6 2003, 04:10 pm

Cell phones never sleep.

Dreamer,

A real life poem about our way of life. Cell phones can be a real pain especially, when I bust my butt to find it, pick it up and say hell-O, and someone asks for Suzie, and I never heard of her.

Now, on the other hand, what if, it never rang at all?

Perhaps your right, all you need to do, is change your tune, I have been told that Many times!

Funny, Thanks

MartinV
lasohnda harris (12.229.199.53) -- Thursday, March 6 2003, 06:17 pm

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this was an very creative poem that I liked keep writing
 
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