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The phone BANGS, and CRASH:
Hits the wall in like a flash
Once it slams the ground
It’s like a boulder rolling down a hill
I pick it up and look but all that’s left is
Scratches, cracks and bits of pieces
Over time the cracks and the scratches are no more
Fixed and improved, remembering the time
Of all the scratches and cracks
All the tiny pieces of metal fixed again
Thinking now of how much easier
It is to touch and feel the buttons
Of this wonderful creation