There goes your phone,
again, falling down alone
as you watch in fright
at your baby in mid-flight
you open your mouth to scream
battery life flashing before its screen
and you wonder if just once
it will simply just bounce
but you know that the floor
has never before lost a war
oh, what a tangled web we weave
when our screen the ground does cleave
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