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Call Of Shame

I'm trying to grow the courage

but the telephone won't reach for me

there's a number on the napkin 

from a resturant down the street

my only lame excuse is..

Is that a seven or a three?

Is it hot in here or is it just me?

I don't know why I hesitate

because you're the one who inked your name

expecting to be my lucious date.

Don't waste your time; you'll only wait 

for my dispicible call of shame.

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christopher-rossi
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Published
Jun 29, 2010
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