An ode to phone box
A lonely little fellow
Waiting up and down
Sitting there motionless
Hardly ever found
Waiting for awhile
All rusty and brown
Hardly ever used
In the middle of the town
There's one in Lincoln
Pretty Normal looking
People use it
And it's got a good ring
An ode to a telephone box
Red like a cherry
Raspberry cafe love there's
Reminds me of a berry
By phreddie and Lewis Freddie’s drive
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