Sorry-Wrong Number

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Telephone ringing at mid night - Pick up, pick up, I am ringing, Dyeing for your voice— A sweet -Hello, Pick up, pick up, I am singing, Crying for your voice- A sweet -Hello, Ah! Oozy-cozy voice, A gambling dice, Nice and mellow, Pick up, pick up, Say -Hello, Must be a fool, Either a small kid or an old, I am the choice palpable youth, I have mostly used by them, Without any rest, Here -waste, No taste, A rotund and hung granny, Came muttering— (Must be from hell, Burning in inferno, At this moment of time— Midnight! I am not young, I am hung, 'This invention have spoiled the teens, And mostly used this time, either messaging death or chat love, I know, must be from love Bug' Lifted the cradle and said, Who is there and why do you thunder? Check, please check the calender, Date has changed, A voice tormented- Is Freddy available? Granny with puzzle thundered-died long back, Do you need him? Madam.. Sorry Aunt, I made a blunder, In fact, it's a wrong number, While she returned to bed, Granny muttered- with grief, 'Who will catch my Slumber? That gone with the wrong number'

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