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           When I heard the phone

    

         My ears pricked.

         My lips I licked.

         A feeling of joy was kicked into

         this boy.

         I felt like a child getting a new toy.



         Up until that time, my life was the opposite of lime.

         Music not of a fife.

         My life had been dry was a bone.

         I had been so, so alone.

         For days and days, I had wanted to moan.

         inside a pain covered by a cone.



       When I heard the phone.



       I was taken to a better zone.

       I felt wetter than when I had gone on the ride at

       the water park.

       I felt better; it was like getting a tax refund or

       a love letter.

       The dark was over.

       The light was bright.

       Who know a phone could have that kind of might?      



       When I heard the phone.

      

       This world of mine,

       which was not fine, and no longer divine,

       It was good the phone rang right in time.

       as it had decided to unfold

       had made me made.

       It had made me cold.

       I had felt old.

       A slave just sold; with a road ahead unclear, and unpaved.

       Bed had been the only place, where I could be alone.

       and let out, get out a good moan.

       It had been the only space I could dear.

       That I could call my own.

       That I could shed a tear.

       That I could fold and pull the blanket up

       to cover my fear.

       to cover up my load.



       My, my, my, yes, you see, I did ask why me.

      

          When I heard the phone.

    

          It felt as good as eating a peanut cup pie.

          So long ago, we said goodbye.

          I wondered why.

          It made me cry.      

          The phone rang,

          My heart sang.

          In my body, every it shook every bone.

          I no longer felt alone.

            

          When I heard the phone.

          

          A greater feeling I have never known.

          I felt I had been been released.

          I'll explain.

          Released from a cone of pain.

          That was getting to me, making me start to go

          insane.

          Making me feel worse than hurting my knee.

          a river rapids course.

          That really made me shiver.



           When I heard the phone.



           Hello, all mellow.  What a word.

           A happiness and smile from my Lord

           It was better than a drive in my truck, my Ford.

           I felt so alive.

           My stomach was like jello.

           My belly was like jelly.

    It was better than watching the vision of telly or        

      the worry shown by

      the Sesame Street furry monster, Telly.

           It certainly made my face wetter.

           I had completed my mission.

            

         It was like you took my hand.

         I was like I just make the band.

         To get me away from this pain.

         A pain that had been making my life insane.

         A pain that when it came had felt like

         a heavy rain.          



          Tears welled in my eyes.

          Oh, how bad it feels when the soul cries.

          Looking at a piece of art.

           My stomach fears.

           How the soul cries after losing a relationship.

           How the heart dies along with a ship that sinks.

           The smell of loss, failure, stinks.

           No, it is not smart.