September 24, 2007
By Trish Zettler, Pelham, AL

That 10 digit phone number
That haunts my slumber
The connection with you
Splits me in two
The number that screams
The distance it seems
It is to hard to bear between
Twenty-one and seventeen
The numbers unseen
Blessing I behold
Of all the words untold
Because you said I was too wordy
Area code eight hundred and thirty
They say everything is bigger there
But I like it better when you’re here

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