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#67
[Image of a heart with a drop at its bottom tip, a phone receiver's cord wrapped around it, to the top-left side of the writing]
Phone Justice, My Poem
by Nate A. Lindell #303724 P.O. Box 9900 Boscobel, WI 53805
Loved my uncle, closest thing to a dad
I ever had.
But he's in Washington,
While I'm in Wisconsin
And the phone bills got too bad.
Loved my fiancee too
But our love fell through,
Broke any hope of a grin
When her bills came due.
What can I do
When I need counsel
For a medical suit,
But can't call one who'll do my case
'Cause there's a toll-free block in place?
Don't make cents
For the zoo.
Although I've otherwise tried,
Friendly human contact's so denied
(Distance denies visits
And, over years, ink dries),
And those whom I had
I couldn't even hear
As if they died
I hope you will hear
These words of mine.
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