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Four Forty two pm, No doubt Winters near its start, Phone fell, Not a call, But call was dropped, Ruth heard me and spoke, Ruth was my Marko Polo, The phone slender as a scrawny modle, It slips right through the side of the chair, I stood on my head, I got on one knee,Continue reading “Sun started to set”