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 © | Year Posted 2007

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