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Phony Foam Phone (poem 33)

August 20, 2010
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Get that phony foam phone
away from me,
’cause I gotta make a call.
Frank’s in Philadelphia,
and we’re supposed to go
fishing on Phil’s farm.
Where’s my cell phone?
I put it here a minute ago.
You didn’t sell it, did you?
Frankly, I don’t know what the hell
you’re doing with that goofy
phony foam phone anyway.

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