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When I was small they had what was called a party line
Eavesdropping was fun and games
We would hear Mable and Hazel talking about
Clark Gable who none of us knew

We would sit for hours listening on the phone
Mable would tell Hazel how handsome he was
As we covered the phone and giggled
Both Mable and Hazel were married

But, neither were married to Clark Gable
Who was this mysterious man we wanted to know
Days passed by still listening and wondering
Thoughts ran through our tiny minds

Then my mother said: 
Turn on the TV Clark Gable is on
With disappointment in our eyes
We knew no more eavesdropping

Clark Gable was just some dream guy
In Mable and Hazels eyes

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Date Created: 12/10/2019

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