In an
abandoned house
There sits a
telephone
And dot at
nine it gets a call
Its bell
peals and peals
With no one
there to answer
Like a
malignant cancer
The bell
eats up the silence
One bite at
a time
While on the
other end, she stands
And prays
for an answer
Which never
comes
And so the
stage is set
For an
incomplete love story
And
therefore the telephone
Rings on and
on and on
The Bilge Master
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