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Mar 2012
A broken telephone,
No one on the end
talking to nothing,
When I really need a friend.
A brick wall
No shoulder to cry on.
No body to talk to
No one to rely on.
Just talking to myself
or a some non-existent one
But, I’ll tell you, broken telephone
Talking to you isn’t fun.
Cameron Godfrey
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Cameron Godfrey  Where the Sidewalk Ends
(Where the Sidewalk Ends)   
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