The Message
The Message
He picked up the phone and looked at the keys
And called up the message she sent
She sung him a song maybe five seconds long
And he knew soon what every word meant
“I’ve something to tell you please wait there for me”
Was the only part he could hear
He waited alone until later that day
When the song and the message came clear
He picked up the phone and looked at the keys
A year troubled by that strange song
So he pushed the key that was written “Delete”
Thinking now it was time to move on
by Don McBeth
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