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Alone
A phone that seldom rings, or never,
S ounds like a life-line coiled, unused,
A link to light that stands accused,
L eft hanging in the never-never.
L ife is so short, so soon to sever,
A call can save, and one refused
L eaves empty heart, and mind bemused
O r all at sea. However clever
N o diver plunges who would ever
E nthuse or feel the least amused
I f, once he sank, trust was abused: -
C ut lines for reason whatsoever!
R emember then the friendly call
Y ou make can take no time at all...
© Jonathan Robin Poem written 3 January 1991
Jonathan ROBIN
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