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I have a friend,
though I've not heard his voice.
He calls me a lot,
though not by my choice.
He's not really a friend,
though he knows who I am.
I only know
that he calls himself Spam.
© by Randy Mazie.
Used with the author's permission.
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Randy Mazie grew up in New York City, made South Florida his home for many years, and now lives in the North Georgia mountains. He has Master's Degrees in Social Work from Columbia University and Business Administration from Barry University. Randy's non-fiction work has been published in professional journals and his poetry and short stories have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. Learn more about him at www.ayearofencouragements.com.
     
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Denise:
LOL! How true and how very annoying your not really a friend can be to me too! Thanks for the wonderful chuckle for your relatable poem.
Posted 04/07/2024 12:23 PM
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Wilda Morris:
Yep. He calls me multiple times a day - from different phone numbers. It's so annoying that it's good to laugh about it.
Posted 04/04/2024 08:02 AM
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EstherJ:
I love it! Thanks for the laugh
Posted 04/03/2024 05:32 PM
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Lori Levy:
Funny and true.
Posted 04/03/2024 01:02 PM
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Tom Sharpe:
Many a time a can of Spam a pack of saltines separated my belt buckle and backbone.
Posted 04/03/2024 11:20 AM
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wayne.goodling@yahoo.com:
Made me smile.....and any poem that can do that, in my opinion, is a good poem. :) :} Thanks.
Posted 04/03/2024 08:46 AM
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peggy.turnbull:
Thank you for the present of the laugh this poem gave me.
Posted 04/03/2024 06:56 AM
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