haiku for a phone booth

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All right, I’m not a poet, but I do get sentimental sometimes.








 Wires kept phones alive
But no longer could survive
Just as friends arrived










(I know there is nothing unusual about this in Bucharest.

 But it still makes me smile every day as I pass it on my way to the subway.)

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