some after
a stiff drink or two,
or feeling
a tad under the weather,
lonely and sad
staring out the window
at grim
winter work.
slush and grey snow.
the salted roads,
the crunch of a plow
so we pick up our phone,
and dial.
life is too calm, we need
more drama,
we need something to
do, the only reason
in calling the likes of you.
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