Heidi K. Haskell
A Limerick: To Whomever Keeps Dialing Incorrectly - Poem by Heidi K. Haskell
The phone rings, and it's you again, bumbler.
Wish you would your excitement encumber.
I am close to the brink;
For, despite what you think,
The fax machine's not at this number.
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