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Payphone's Out of Order

This booth i'm in , you call a body apparent problems , wiring shoddy can't get thru all the busy signals rush of the race , eluding victuals can't get thru with simple affection are they harnessed wrong , disconnection is comprehension a distant voyage where i'm now speaking a foreign language is the dark pit of self so deeply entrenched where thirst for knowledge will never be quenched long distance calls from this booth i'm in dialing the right number is where to begin as long as i remain on the right frequency at least avoid world's subsequent delinquency..... Food for thought , all for naught line is open , if it's sought.........

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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