Found and Lost by Becky Crookham

John Paul was attached to his phone He looked at it all the time He swiped, he tapped, he LOLed His eyes sometimes skimming other times staring But always entranced Susie was curious What occupied John Paul so? How could she snoop? How could she spy? He took it into the bathroom He was a...

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