Telephone1
It rang again to-day.
Like it does everyday.
The telephone.
I rush to answer.
I don't know why.
No one will reply.
What have I done?
Why does he call.
And speaks!
Not at all.
Leave me alone.
Do not phone.
Or say, what you want.
Who you are.
Do not call.
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Copyright © Norman Purvis | Year Posted 2007
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