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48. The Phone Call

My belt came alive in a blur of vibration
My cell phone signaling a call

I glanced at the number calling me
And recognized the caller was you

I quickly opened my mobile phone
And headed for the hall

I answered breathless in a trance
Our romance was still quite new

We laughed and giggled saying nothing
As lovers often do

We talked for hours in mindless chatter
And used up all our time

Entertainment provided at such a valued price
Better than movies, plays, and operas too

When completed we scratch our heads
Anxiously awaiting the next cell phone chime


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