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[title] => Phone Call
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[bodytext] => 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. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 262 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Zork [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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