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Digress

switched into the voiceless, helpless abyss Is there no one to talk to out here? can anyone here my frustration at this? I know I am "very important to us" but can we talk...like "h.e.l.l.o." "how are things going today?...want come coffee?" "how's that shoulder feeling these days?" "so tell me, what can I do for you?" beep..."to review your message press 1, if your satisfied with your message press 2, if you'd like to go back to childhood and rethink the whole thing whilst catching fireflies on some June-night field, well, just hang up, go to the pantry and find an old mayonnaise jar and a Bic pen and punch holes in the top and tear some of that sweet grass with your loamy fingers and stuff it in, then run the field casting palms to the sky in supplication, gazing at all those stars out above amazed at what a great thing it is... to be here... but I digress"... "if you'd like to re-record your message press 3..." © Goode Guy 2011-07-28

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Date: 7/29/2011 10:14:00 AM
Enjoyed reading your awesome poetry today Goode Guy. Love, Carol
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Date: 7/29/2011 7:47:00 AM
we all would like to turn the clock back. modern day living can suck, but i digress good poetry, well written i like this
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