Special call

by amy   May 24, 2005


Its late at night,
Around the eightish area,
When I receive a call.
Hello?
Is this the ******* residence you say?
Why yes it is,
Is Amy there?
This is her,
Its Alex….no way!
We talk and talk,
our phone conversation never ends,
Until I hear the voice arise in the back,
You off the phone!!
Ok I got to go,
Call me back sometime,
I really enjoyed talking to you,
This is defiantly my special call!

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