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Phone rings, Sunday eve,
Today, she does believe
She’ll contact her favourite old flame
And hope that he still feels the same…
I lift the receiver,
A pause…“Is that...Gerald?”
Marjory, or Maggie or Maureen
Had decided, today would be the day.

From the old school of course,
Pre-facebook, when contacting old flames
Or old school friends meant trawling
The phonebook, hoping they’re not ex-directory…

Then waiting all day till the time
You’ve decided would be about right
And though you know what you’re doing
Is a bit strange (Was at one time anyway),
Making you slightly nervous, you have hope,
Almost certainly it’ll come to nothing…
But you never know, you never know what might happen..
But oh, wrong number…Oh, the relief!