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Just Saying.....

Just Saying.....

Just Saying

I’m not saying that it’s bad
but I do think it’s a little sad.
Watching people on their mobiles, checking out their latest profiles.
Take a photo, let’s have a picture, must do a selfie with that ‘pout’ a fixture.
Do some Snapchat or MSQRD,
then have a look and let your friends see….
You’re happy and you’re in the mood, living life and it’s all good. Use those filters and smoothen those lines. 
Insist the plonk you’re drinking is a fine wine!
(but)
It’s distorting and often recording an image, which is
​​​not quite true. Yet it’s fun and it’s rewarding and what else is there to do?
Well, there is running and there’s cycling, you could walk, go on hiking. 
Climb a hill or climb a tree,
you would know the ‘child’ in me. We had sand and we had plastic. Cardboard boxes and elastic, it made us think, it made us strong and how can playing ever be wrong?
Clouds adrifting, changing shape and fields of yellow sown with rape. 
So visit the beach, go for a lark or take the kids and go to that park. Laugh and fall and shout out loud... you are outside, it is allowed! 
Enjoy this freedom that’s called life. Daddy’s hug, she is your wife.
So leave your gadget, leave your phone just for one day, safely at home. Take that weekend, take that day
and just think technology away.
(and)
When you get a little teary,
miss your friends, a little weary….. They’re still waiting there for you! ‘Facebook’ does not want you blue.
So if there is still a little confusion, try to remember it’s mostly an illusion and I’m not saying that it’s bad,
I sometimes just think it’s a little mad.
 

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