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And Words Are All I Have
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I remember even now how it would feel
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Cursing the pink rotary dial phone
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sitting mute at the desk on the landing.
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I grew to hate that phone. Its insolence.
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I left the light off on the desk to lessen expectation,
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tried not to listen for it,
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lifting the receiver every ten minutes.
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Maybe there’s a power outage, a frayed wire,
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I hated you for all of it,
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saddling me with a rejection so deep
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I can still hear the deafening sound of that ugly pink phone
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News at 11 Warren Beatty will now be remembered as the old guy who screwed up at the Oscars. Forget his landmark films, his dangerous Clyde Barrow looks. That scene in Reds where he and Keaton reunite at the train station, The one that left you breathless: I saw it in a commercial the other day for Citibank. All of …
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No More Rust Now that scientists in Beijing have discovered how to slow down aging in monkeys, will we learn how to stop all of nature next? Think. No more showers of autumn leaves. Gone, the soulful, wrinkled hands, Happy Retirement cards. Bid goodbye to old faithful dogs, plastic surgeons, Lens Crafter stores, Gone, too, those gloriously aged porpoises, wizened …
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