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Phone Call
Contributed by
Zork
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Monday, 29th September 2008 @ 11:58:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I only call my baby on the edge of a hospital,
So there is a reason she would hate me.
Visiting hours apply strictly, sadly to everybody.
I want to crawl through
The part you talk into,
Go out in a tele-boat
To Africa,
All the women there are warm,
And they can try hard and pray even harder,
But they cannot help running into me,
And making strange conversation in the open grass.
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2008-09-29 11:58:48] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Phone Call
(User Rating: 1 ) by Catalina on
Tuesday, 30th September 2008 @ 03:37:43 AM AEST (User
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Unique write. Thanks for sharing it. My heart goes out to you.
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