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The telephone

The telephone rings, no one answers    
Question? only one to know   ...  ...  
as I walk the garden to feed the birds.    
'They,' ( if that is what 'They' were ) may call again    
calls perhaps automated, repeating    
like traffic lights,green, orange,red,    
night and day,to empty streets  ...  ...  ...  
A phone flashing orange,tolling bell,   
empty room,while I feed the birds.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 15th Jul 2017
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