47 Poem by Morgan Michaels

47



Ring, ring, ring. 'Utah! -
Probably the Morman Tabernacle Choir
calling for money,
pleased because it needn't any.'

'Hello, hello, hell-
o? Nobadaddy. Why? '
Probably just a blunder.
Just a wrong number.
'verywellwell, bye.'

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