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Pick Up. Pick Up.

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642; Pick Up

Apparently, I’m driving around looking for somewhere to park mate’s truck whilst also sucking up my pride.

Pick Up. Pick Up.

Pick Up. Pick Up.

Me and the phone
Driving round
Hands free
Making contact
With a memory
Of you and me
The way we’d be
Together

Pick Up Pick Up

The dog and bone
I’m near home
Not far
Maybe we’ll meet
Share a tasteful jar
A local bar
Together

Pick Up Pick Up

Your old red phone
Tin to tin
Old style
We two speaking
Words of love not bile
Taking a while
Together

Pick Up Pick Up

Is this number
Only yours
Alone
Pick up the phone
Is this still your home
Or have you roamed
Can’t we still be together

Put down. Put Down

Blame it on me
Always yours
Alone
There’s no answer
Perhaps you’ve gone
Chose to move on
We can’t be together

24th July 2019

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Wendy Young
14 days ago

Very clever .. as per Richard sums up pain in humour.

Richard Downes
13 days ago
Reply to  Wendy

ow wow thanks for the comment

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