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A Personal Journal of Poetry Often bad usually sincere and always and unfortunately written by me.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Telephone Poem

Sitting here at work
bored.
Time's death,
held off by ten short lines.


Her
blue words, are a cure for

beige.
Posted by Brandon at 9:36 PM
Labels: Poetry, Telephone Poem

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