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Upon the cellphone in his lap.
Woust thou be with it or me?
Who knew such fine technology
Coust supersede humanity?

Alas she was no diplomat.
Her front door bears this caveat:
Before you cross this welcome mat;
Get thine head out from thine apps. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 129 [topic] => 7 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - LAPDANCE


LAPDANCE
Date: Sunday, 14th July 2019 @ 08:01:35 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
She blamed the generation gap
Upon the cellphone in his lap.
Woust thou be with it or me?
Who knew such fine technology
Coust supersede humanity?

Alas she was no diplomat.
Her front door bears this caveat:
Before you cross this welcome mat;
Get thine head out from thine apps.

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