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Jun 2019
Phone ringing
Phone ringing
Who is it?
No way to tell
The bell is loud and repeating

Phone ringing
Phone ringing
Race to grab it
It might be for anybody
We can hear it from outside

Phone ringing
Phone ringing
Run inside and lift it quick
In an out-of-breath hurry
Answering as politely as I can

Was it for me
Or brothers
Or maybe Mom or Dad
Incoming calls were handled the same
Until caller ID was invented.
JT Nelson
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JT Nelson  48/South Dakota
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