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The Tiff

The Tiff The games we play, I was busy when you called had no time to speak to you. So, when I rang you back you said, you were busy and had no time to talk Then you will sit by the phone, waiting for me to ring, but hurt by your voice I will not ring before next day. We will both have a bad night angry and lonely, so when I ring, you will say something sarcastic and I will slam the phone down. Sleepless and tired days, something has to give I pick up the phone tell you I love you, you say ditto, the sun shines again, ah, this games we play, we call it love

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