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Jun 2010
I'm trying to grow the courage
but the telephone won't reach for me
there's a number on the napkinΒ 
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;Β you'll only waitΒ 
for my dispicible call of shame.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
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Christopher Rossi
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