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May 2016
I lay in bed,
Hoping to hear from you again.
While you headed off to some far distant land.
I lay in bed,
Wishing you were close next to me.
Your name suddenly appears on my caller I.D.
At last, I can rest easy.
Zac Mac
Written by
Zac Mac  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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