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Hang Up The Phone

May 11, 2015
By Anonymous

Oh hey dear friend the one I call my bud
How do you do on this fine cold blue day
I do not know if what you say is crud
Oh that sweet voice like caramel brightens day

These things we share I want to hold so dear
At times I do tend to misunderstand
Whispers of wind sweep through my cold brisk ear
As warm as it may be in my bare hands

The words we speak does not shine good light
I would not mind to feel your warm embrace
Your voice is like an angel of bright light
What are these voices that have no good bass

There can be times when time is strait
Let’s get together and communicate



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