Oh,for a conversational god to tote about,
sort of a soulphone, oddband, roaming charges encouraged or ignored.
My thinking led me to slip on some acorns, sidewalk plankton of Oaklandia.
Knee wrenched, a new pain lifted my mind
to the need for a real cellphone to some powerful, if fusty, Spirit.
I have some things to say about weak joints.
I remember who is watching, on a Dick Tracy watch...
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