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The phone rings
But never long enough
For the slow man.
By the time
The set’s switched on
His favourite programme’s over.
His tea grows cold
From cup to lip.
His soup evaporates.
He laughs, eventually,
At jokes long since
Gone out of fashion.
Sell by dates
And limited special offers
Defeat him.
He comes home
With yesterday’s paper
And reads it… tomorrow.
(The Slow Man by Allan Ahlberg)
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