Ring Ring
Secrets inside it Why does it hide it? Chocolaty brown Dial turns around So many words, that it holds Tatty, ancient, vintage and old "Hello Goodbye" "Come on love, don't cry" That's all it hears Hopes, dreams and fears Now they've moved on Phones have evolved Nobody wants it Because it's so old.
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