The Phone Call

I'm struggling to write these days, friends. But here's something.

Even I can’t claim that this is a poem, but I can make it at least look like one so that it also looks like I put in a little effort in making this post.

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I have to make a phone call.
I don't like making phone calls.
The phone call has to be at a certain time.
The current time is not that time.
Nevertheless,
I cannot accomplish anything else
Until I have made the phone call.

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Seriously, though. I can’t be the only one around here who feels this.

Also, guess how I spent the time I had to wait to make the phone call? That’s right. It’s a Jenn Story…