'Tis The Season Poem by bobby beddoe

'Tis The Season



I’ve raised Debbie, Wally, and Joe – that I boast,
And they think about me all the time – almost;
As I in solitary - in wane,
Wait by my phone - usually in vain,
Longing to hear from at least one - maybe most!

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