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the black phone

A black phone I dislike our phone a sleek monster in a corner I never answer it when it rings unless my wife is out My mobile phone is in the pocket in my jacket in the hall Where I can`t hear it when it rings, it is usually someone Trying to sell me something, but I never go out driving Without my mobile it comes in handy if the car breaks Down and I have to call the garage with a tow- truck Years ago I used to do haiku; it did my head in The bloody phone always rang when I had the right Word on the tip of my tongue often I took the phone Off its hook but I could hear it humming which was Worse when I was still young enough to think A phone could bring good news something like “We have decided to publish your book” it never Happened instead, it rang to give me heart-wrenching News, an early morning call: your mother has died.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 4/2/2016 8:07:00 AM
I live on a small farm, green fields and some woodlands. Because of age I can not keep her in good care any longer and it is up for sale...but I do not answer the phone, it may be someone wanting to look at her charms and I do not want to leave! I understand your sentiments. J.
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jan oskar hansen
Date: 4/3/2016 2:54:00 PM
I have one or to looking at my house and I point out all its fault