cold cold telephoneA Poem by m.s.earlyCold telephone feels like stone and I don't believe the reception is all it use to be It don't seem like the same voice that uncoiled from her tongue Slicker than a preacher's whistle And it don't seem like the same ears That picked my key to tune to I seem to be thinkin' Like I did when I was drinkin' And admittedly I'm getting a little concerned 'Cause what use to make me feel Like I was wooing her made me feel like I was worthy And now the lack of response Makes me feel like I'm only getting old Every day Has a way of reminding me the last is on the rise But I ain't comin' easy No... I'll be kicking like a bass pedal In the leather back seat of a '57 Chevy
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8 Reviews Added on June 17, 2015 Last Updated on June 17, 2015 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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