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The Cell Extension

One hand grabbed the steering wheel

the other, the cell extension,

I looked up and down, then down and up

why don’t I pay attention?

I quickly glanced just to my left and saw a lone pedestrian,

as he looked up then down and up

his face seemed so pretentious.

Then to the right I turned my head

to see a face bowed low,

then up and down it went again

since traffic was so slow.

I searched my thoughts,

I searched my mind,

is this the life we’ll leave behind?

The young, the old, there’s no pretension,

we move about with this cell extension.



A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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