Together they seem engrossed not
In each other, but mobile 'phones
To hold their gaze until the spot
Whereon they sit emits groans;
Begging them look up to view
With wondrous eyes each other
And the splendour, the sea blue,
The nearby flowers and plover.
Do not wait for that so sad time when alone;
Look up! Look up! And put down that 'phone!
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