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You have 7 hours to live... now here's the bad news (Free verse) by D. $ Fontera

Talk to me Sell me coffee and exotic flowers Let the words melt into my consciousness Now leave me alone Lie to me But please don't tell me lies Fake yourself and share it with me Abuse my senses Oh telemarket man Say whatever you can It's not that I'm needy Or impossibly greedy I just can't live living without you

Dovina 8-Jan-05/9:25 AM
If it's about telemarketing, the title should give some hint. It seems like you're talking about several things at once.




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