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My Poor, Poor Cell Phone
My poor, poor cell phone.
Your lost, your gone.
The very thought of you missing makes me want to cry.
Oh, cell phone, my poor cell phone. Can you answer why?
Did I keep you up all night constantly pressing your keys?
Or was it me listening to music on you instead of my DVD’s?
You brought me joy when I was bored.
I could check my Facebook to update my status and HubPages to see how I scored.
Where art thou, cell phone of mine?
What am I to do with all of this time?
You hold all of my pictures and the memories of my past.
My unsaved contact list, I am facing reality at last.
I sigh as I say your name.
No more playing Angry Birds or The Fruit Slice game.
No more cute little icons to let me know that my texts and email are there
Not knowing where you are makes me want to pull out my hair.
Everyone who have lost their cell phone knows my pain.
I am so addicted to it and without it I am going insane.
Great! I got a loaner, a temporary fix!
Because I have insurance, it won’t be long before I’m back in the mix!
Thank God for Google sync!
All of the contacts came back so now I can think.
Pictures saved because of uploading to my photo album online.
And having a Sprint ID saved all of my applications, I am going to be just fine.
Oh Cell phone, my poor cell phone, wherever you are.
For putting me through this I hope you get ran over by a car!