Such a long distance between me and you,
wish I could climb in and continue through
to be on your side from here on the other,
sweet infant girl, I’m your new grandmother.
If I could sip Lewis Carroll’s potion,
perhaps I might swim in I-Phone’s ocean,
and stream along with invisible waves,
a Map ap to guide out of cyber caves.
If I avoid phone’s electric circuits,
my arrival there could be just perfect,
but must not forget what it takes to grow
or I will stay smaller than Chloe’s toe.
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