I am…
A self centered adult
If I never don’t call enough
And yet…
An insolent child
When you’re reminded
That the phone works both ways
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I am…
A self centered adult
If I never don’t call enough
And yet…
An insolent child
When you’re reminded
That the phone works both ways
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Oh, I feel this poem so deeply. The last line carries the perfect punch.
please send this to my father