Phone

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Phone Phone is not your soul, Phone is not your Mind, Even it is not your thought too, It is a toy to play with when you are bored, Phone is your toyshop, It may be a better toy than bear and panda, It fills your mind with waves of joy and pleasure, It has many holes to make your mind hot or cold, Phone is a vista to make you warm, It pleases you when light makes shift, Red or blue white or black phone makes you up-to-date, It has many sights you are forbidden to look, It makes your heart thrilled when you click different sites, Don't put your soul into the phone, Use it with wit to your basic need, Thousands of world entwined with myriad waves churn your mind, With utter joy of dubious kind seize your mind, Phone is not your mind, Use it and don't be used by it, My dear Love phone is not your soul.

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