I thought I found something new,
I wrote a really good poem as a response to Donna’s thoughts,
I found it I could save it and send it to me,
There’s a nice thought it was a good poem it doesn’t send,
So my good poem that made me cry is gone forever,
When I cry I know my poem was good,
I wish I knew why when I say home Google writes foam or phone or home,
When you write don’t dictate!
Don’t try their gadgets they don’t work,