I got a call on my phone,“Hello!” adjusting my tone,Mom told, “Fraud you’re prone!”She wants my phone thrown,For her I’m a child, not grown. Surely my phone is smart,I’m not, I think from heart.It eased my life, from very start,Still phone can never be my part,This phone can break family-apart. Internet shows all I wantContinue reading “It’s Smart And I’m Not!”
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