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Line dial phone rings the past what was, what is, and what lasts The fast, the gracious and the present Year after year, tone after tone Toll free collecting The connection between me and myself Becoming ever so inconsistent. “What man am I?” I ask. “I don’t know “says me on the receiving side I am a different person, same body, same tone I am a old soul lurking, same mind, same goals. What man am I?
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Jul 17, 2022
Jul 17, 2022 at 3:40 AM UTC
What man am I?
Line dial phone rings the past what was, what is, and what lasts The fast, the gracious and the present Year after year, tone after tone Toll free collecting The connection between me and myself Becoming ever so inconsistent. “What man am I?” I ask. “I don’t know “says me on the receiving side I am a different person, same body, same tone I am a old soul lurking, same mind, same goals. What man am I?
When you put change in the public phone do you hear the same man breathing on the other end?
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Jul 17, 2022
Jul 17, 2022 at 3:40 AM UTC
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