Late Night Calls

Tapping and clacking, the slack keyboard resounds

Symphonies of yawning and creaky bones passed around

Rustling shambolic papers and the phone bellows a hearty ring

On the other side of the twisted cord, impatient voices sting

In the dead of the night, and work yet to be done right

One last late call before the rays of sunlight wave us goodnight.

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