Recycled Phone Number Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Recycled Phone Number
When the digits of our phone number changed
An odd conversation was briefly exchanged
A jubilant voice beamed with… Hi, this is me!
Sorry, I am not the person you think I should be.
Answering the ring-a-ling linked voices unknown
A strange awkwardness had built a wall of stone
What is the protocol one should demonstrate
When temporary silence begins to aggravate?
You ask how to reach the desired former owner
Unfortunately, I am not an information donor…
Calling the operator might be a feasible option
Okay thanks, was the reaction of dissatisfaction
1/5/08
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4/26/2024 9:22:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes thats aggravating when you get those calls Theresa! Thanks for sharing! *10*! ! Thad