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The phone is a mad device

always singing a declaration

in a ditty, chanty like, robustly

announcing multiple calls.

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The texters are as hatter mad

as the phone. From bad spelling

to indecipherable phrases, it 

is amazing how much of it is

poetic by accident.

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Heavily touched, the bleeps 

and chimes of our lives greet

us at waking as voice or song or

a buzz. Within such confines

of sound, a fat bird rests on a

pole strung wire demanding ear

time; relating endlessly

the virtuosity of flight.

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allets

04-18-16

1044a

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