Ghost Call Poem by Quinten Darrow
Ghost Call
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Long before we were cursed, by carrying one in our pocket or purse.
When lunchtime would roll around, I'd drop in a quarter and hear that clinking sound.
When the lady answered, I'd say your name. When I heard your voice, I would proclaim.
Back when I was me, it was my daily decree when once there was a we, those everlasting words of three.
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