It's almost four
at dusk,
and the phone on my table
has not rung—
but once;
an automated call
to remind me
about the nearing
recharge bill.
I have to pay
soon...
Hmm...
It's almost four
at dusk,
and the phone on my table
has not rung—
but once;
an automated call
to remind me
about the nearing
recharge bill.
I have to pay
soon...
Hmm...
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Comments2
Here the message holds a question, is it the lack of money, or the question of whether it is worth putting money on something not used. A hanging question for the author and reader. Nicely done
Yes Mr. Sorren. I feel we are killed with devices of connection that never seem to work as much as the bills flow
Technology is a two edged sword
It seems you always have to pay the piper.
Probably why all bad news comes at four in the morning.
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