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Posted on January 10, 2019 by Laura Lee

Phone Poems

OLD DEAD PHONES

Measure my adult years

In dead phones

Alive with memories of others who spoke with me:

Gone, lost, left, dead.

All Ioved once.

Flip phone last used

To speak to Mother

Hearing her last

Sense to go

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