In the Wee Hours
In the wee, wee hours
From a deep, deep sleep,
I was jolted upright
By a clueless creep.
For he dialed my number
And my phone did blare;
So I grabbed it quickly,
Wondering who was there.
As my heart was pounding
And I prepped for grief,
I awaited news
From my slumber thief.
But he left me hanging,
The connection lost;
And for hours after,
I just turned and tossed.
Yet that hang-up helped
To make my fears subside.
After all, nobody
Whom I love had died.
Still, a part of me
Simply must condemn
Someone calling at
3:45 A.M.!
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