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Dec 2012
Hello is just too a small word to express the
Happiness of hearing your voice, the close
Feeling I get when we talk, I wonder why?

Five letters in a word that was made for us
Because of the telephone, what happened
Before, was it just "How do you do today? "

This does not explain why, when you pick up,
My heart beats fast when you say the word,
And the missing-you distance is not so hard.
Ian Beckett
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Ian Beckett  Dublin and Vienna
(Dublin and Vienna)   
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     Ian Beckett, ---, Ingrid, --- and Emily Rogan
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