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Off your smartphone!

Crash your TV!

Newspaper burn!

And who we see?

This will be child

without trick.

Some noisy, wild

its mind is free

Run over puddles

worries – no

Catch raining bubbles

smile with glow

Away big board

biased news

«Ad» that stored

famous juice

Will be important

Who am I?

no stupid photo

I and «my»

But this is hard

and turn on phone

read news with star

and lying prone…

Again fill mind

with shallow news

and advertise

still same good juce…