The Repairman
by sloanranger
I was just sitting here
waiting
when the phone guy finally showed up.
We didn't talk much at first, just like you and I.
He was busy checking the line and I think he was a little shy.
But after awhile, he said he really liked my smile.
And I have to tell you Harry, the way that he said it -
it almost made me high.
Well, I guess that's all I have to say..
except I won't be home tonight,
I'm going away.
Oh, and I know you don't call much from work
anyhow,
but if you do... the phone works okay, now.
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Passing Strange
PoetryA collection of poetry dealing with love in all its stages. I hope you discover something to your liking.