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Useless

Contributed by LovingWhispers on Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 08:24:27 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



(one missed call)
Darn mobile phones
Not exactly what I call "mobile"
When they can't up and run to me yelling
"hey stupid...you deaf?"

I pass the waiting hours with a load of chores
Up to my lily white in cleaning
Missing that homely voice of yours

Country pours from the radio,I sway
Lost in what my tears create
Wishing you were here today

Rebel strands of hair fall loose and out of place
I sigh for the miles between
Then brush them from my face

Sunlight filters through the curtained pane
Maybe a morning kiss from you?
This only serves to send me more insane

Immobilised,I'm as useless
As this so called mobile phone
Darling if you're dialling now
Please hang up and just come home




Copyright © LovingWhispers ... [ 2004-07-01 08:24:27]
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Re: Useless (User Rating: 1 )
by Black13 on Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 08:42:55 AM AEST
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Loved it Sharon.
Especially with how you ended it.
Nice write. :D


Re: Useless (User Rating: 1 )
by sweetangeluk on Saturday, 3rd July 2004 @ 01:22:08 PM AEST
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The things mobiles can do now. i find it hard to keep up with using new ones.

Wonderful poem know just what you mean

Love Sweetangelukxxxx


Re: Useless (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 6th January 2011 @ 01:46:30 AM AEST
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Technology certainly sucks at times. I love your take on mobile phones and weaving in the "missing" of that certain someone. You definitely have a wonderful way with words.

Thank you for an enjoyable read.

Tim




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