| The black alien, Brought by the war situation, Lacking in characteristic irish accent; Scanning to find accommodation In the pages of newspapers. Rushes to the phone booth, Having found suitable ones; Picked the receiver, |
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| And number dialled. Following the dial tone, Rang out a voice on the other end. Happy to make known his demands Met with an expression almost become Used to"It is gone." Felt completely dejected Having tried in similar vein All to no avail. |
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| The background at the other end Was filled with chuckles and giggles |
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