Old Red Phone Booth Poem by james watkin

Old Red Phone Booth



As a conveyance, for a traveller
Through Time, vested, coated
Do feel I, for what's here stept in.
Old world; and outdated.

Tuesday, September 6, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: feeling,old
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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