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Apr 11
I get a lot of the opposites
          asking for my number.

I'm no player,

                             I got a band
on my finger.

The one I'll  duet with
               singing a song of only us.

But they don't get the hint,
   they be wearing one too,
tarnished more than they think.

But I give them my number anyway..

The­n I walk off my smiling. sc0red...

   But not in the way you think?

For this is a premium rated number.

  And on a phone bill it comes up
               with a message!!

That couldn't  be misconstrued as
                                       anything else..

But you tried too, well there single now...
look at your phone see what the last 7 numbers spell :)
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
   Terry Collett and putiira
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