The Voice of Love

The voice of love

And still, As on a birds wings.

And still, As a bell rings-
The voice of love screams,

with its ugly maw,
down the telephone.

Yet, you are off the hook.
you cannot hear,
cannot listen,
to what he says.

So pick up that phone,
place it down,
on that black hook.
and call back.

By Freddie Lancett

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