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14 Jun 2014
Playful
How used I am to having you in my life,
I get up with you in the morning,
I have my morning ride with you, keeping me company when waiting
Breaking my concentration
Trembling when touched
You are there for lunch
For the talk on the terrace
Or a strawl in the park
And then
Just before the evening
You leave me
All of a sudden
Your battery dies
Thank god for a charger
Oh phone
You are always there