Ransom Note

If I thought it would do any good
I’d write a letter to myself
Actually, more like a ransom note,
Suggesting a meeting
At the phone booth on the corner
Of Telegraph and Haste
I would leave evidence of my soul
In a plain brown wrapper
With a clue as to where
To find the real me
No witnesses
I must insist
That I come alone
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Copyright 2008 by E. Bond Francisco