An ode to a phone box
Standing tall in the street
On the side of the road
Waiting for everyone to meet.
You can't find me easily
I'm bright red and also blue
It's been awhile since I've been used
Now I'm waiting for you.
An ode to a telephone box
All rusty and old
People don't really like them
Crusty and covered in mould.
By Daniel Hurst
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