Posted in Pieces of Poetry

The Visit

Like a dead rising back from the grave, you made your existence known. Taking calls is easy, a bubbly hello is supposed to be given free. But your resurrection is as unlikely as the rain in a blazing summer. No, I don’t want to entertain strangers.

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Senior High School Teacher from the Philippines.

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