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Phone's away
An exciting toy is handed down
With the joy of connection, not a scowl
A toy to tinker through the bordem
To call and text in the doldrums
Time stands still in the classroom
Not learning or thinking as you'd assume
But waiting for that buzz
The vibrate of a 'like' to discuss
Parents reaching out because they can
Speaking fluently through this tin-can
Knowing...
Friday 13th December 2024 11:38 am
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