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The phone friend
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English poems No more will I hear her story
Her pretty voice over the phone
As she tells me how to get up
How to survive my life each day
She was the only friend I had
Who listens to me every day
She don’t even know who I am
But she was there to understand
She is being paid to listen
But it doesn’t matter to me
Because she stopped me from dying
Though it was her job to stop me
Now God has taken her away
No longer can answer my calls
If I dial the telephone
She will not be there to pick up
I am back to being alone
I won’t dial the telephone
I’d rather sit alone tonight
And sort my life all on my own
