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A poem for Texta-holics:
The Buttons Beckon: Navigating the buttons with glee, I went on a text-ing spree! One tap with just a finger or thumb. Two taps, Three … Four for some! Buttons. What power doth they possess No touching? Arrgh, too much stress!. Oh how I am pained, For I have been restrained. Once in my Eldorado … Now... Incommunicado! New, sent, and inbox too! Checking all, wishing contact with you. Tempting as it may be … I keep the phone away from me. Help needed, I cannot stop for even a second You see, the Buttons… They Beckon.
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