Siri Poem by Morgan Michaels

Siri



Me: 'How can I get calls on my new watch?
I'm desperate- I kid you not! '

Siri:Dear Desperate
I never said you could.
How do you like them apples?
Love, Siri-

Monday, December 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rose Marie Juan-austin 11 December 2017

A funny write of delight.

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Leah Ross 11 December 2017

don't know what to make of this sorry

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