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May 2011
IF you get me a phone made of gold
I MIGHT call, finally.

But I can't listen to such pretty words
out of a chunk of plastic and glass.
...you're better than that...

Here's the plan:
This Wednesday,
meet me.
Someplace you like;
you always know the right place.
glass can
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glass can  San Francisco
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