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Jan 2019
Sometimes it hurts to know
That if you called and told me
to come to your rescue
I would hang up
And drive the hundreds of miles
It takes to get from here to there
But if I called you
In need of your presence
All I would get is
The sound of your voicemail
Written by
Shy  25
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   Juneau
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