La telephone m'a dit que tu etais morte
Maintenant je hais la tete de toutes les telephones stupides
Je prefere a etre assis ici qu'a me tourner a un bloc de pierre
Que cueillir n'importe quel serpent de telephone.
- 'Telephone'.Adrian Mitchell(1932-2008) .
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When it comes to human sentiments and emotions, parting or passing away of someone very close becomes unbearable. The impact is immense. A very poignant poem indeed.