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Phonebook
Phone rings, Sunday eve,
Today,
she does believe
She’ll contact her favourite old flame
And hope that he still feels the same…
I lift the receiver,
A
pause…“Is that...Gerald?”
Marjory, or Maggie or Maureen
Had decided, today would be the day.
From the old school of course,
Pre-facebook, when contacting old flames
Or old school friends meant trawling
The phonebook, hoping they’re not ex-directory…
Then waiting all day till the time
You’ve decided would be about right
And though you know what you’re doing
Is a
bit
strange (Was at one time anyway),
Making
you
slightly
nervous, you have hope,
Almost
certainly it’ll come to
nothing…
But you
never know, you never know what
might
happen..
But oh, wrong number…Oh, the relief!
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