Voicemail Poetry John Roedel
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I’m sorry how I left things. Call me back..
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The day I almost left you.
My love,
I’ve left to face my music
I’m out to pay my bill
I’ve come away for my comeuppance
I’m ready to take my pill -
Heaven and the Algebra of Romance
I tried calling you Monday to tell you about groovy the afterlife is. Then I rang again on Wednesday because I finally remember what I was going to tell you when we were last together. Give me a call back when you can!