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Cell Phone
Contributed by
ramfire
on
Sunday, 12th June 2011 @ 08:06:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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There once was a girl from San Angelo
who used a cell phone for friends she did know.
She’d ring a tune, talk till they had to go.
Her bill was huge
Dad became scrooge
Phone now sits in his locked drawer just so.
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ramfire
... [
2011-06-12 08:06:15] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Cell Phone
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Monday, 13th June 2011 @ 05:18:15 PM AEST (User
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Oh my, sounds 'bout right.
Good writing.
blessings, smiles,
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Re: Cell Phone
(User Rating: 1 ) by maxshah912 on
Wednesday, 24th August 2011 @ 11:18:20 PM AEST (User
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Good one! Been there, over billed few tines.
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