You play back the last message
On your answer phone
Just to hear another voice
You're feeling so alone
You pick up the receiver
And listen for the tone
You dial the speaking clock
Your time is all your own.
Lyndon Queripel
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- Party Line - Lyndon Queripel
- Air - Trudie Shannon
- Lambs - Di Young
- Streams and Dreams - Bryony de Lat
- Birdman - Richard Fleming
- The Dreams - John Buchanan
- Systematic - Lyndon Queripel
- The Undelivered Promise Of Potency - Marianna Pliakou
- Word Child - Diane Scantlebury
- Root and Branch - Peter Kenny
- War - Di Young
- Port Soif, January - Bryony de Lat
- Estrangement - Trudie Shannon
- Conservation Conversation - Lyndon Queripel
- Limerick for Paddy - Guernsey Poets
- Week Long Affair - Ian Duquemin
- Silence I - Marianna Pliakou
- All Life is Precious - Lester Queripel
- His Career In The Circus - Richard Fleming
- Perfectly Fake - Diane Scantlebury
- Bali Ha'i Sark - Shirley D. Carré
- House Calls - Lyndon Queripel
- Birth of a Poet - Ian Duquemin
- The Mariner - Marianna Pliakou
- The Cow’s Horn - Trudie Shannon
- Folk Club - Diane Scantlebury
- Sea-People - Richard Fleming
- Untouchable - Alec D Jackson
- Bus Stop Conversation - Mona Parkes
- Time Waits For No One - Lyndon Queripel
- Left Behind - Ian Duquemin
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