by branksomegeelong, Victoria, Australia
Apr 2014 355 Views 1 comments
Telecom
In post prandial reverie
I slumbered
The raven sqawked
Roused by the muted ring
I answered the call
Its always the same
Charities or energies
The urge to be rude
Was quenched
No thankyou, I said
Civil for the nonce
But strained enow
As still they come
Forever more.
I slumbered
The raven sqawked
Roused by the muted ring
I answered the call
Its always the same
Charities or energies
The urge to be rude
Was quenched
No thankyou, I said
Civil for the nonce
But strained enow
As still they come
Forever more.
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Posted: Apr 2014
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Comments (1)
those calls may always be the same
but you did something differently