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When Mother's on the telephone she tends to leave us on our own. Distractions she will not permit. Her phone call has no end to it.
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Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 12:39 AM UTC
Hang it Up
When Mother's on the telephone she tends to leave us on our own. Distractions she will not permit. Her phone call has no end to it.
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Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 12:39 AM UTC
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