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                           I have no phone.  I'm all alone.

     Not working is my phone of cell.  I don't feel well.

                         I have to run to the phones of pay.

                         I have to rush.  

                         I don't like this much.

                           There must be a better way.

                            This is not my day.

      I've been to every street.  Tired are my feet.

       Look, I've been to every phone of pay in Brookline.  This is't fine.

                   I think of all the time it took.



        It's a fact, there's nobody that I can contact.      

        My phone does not ring.  My heart does not sing.

     On this phone, I'm not going to be able to dial for

                            a long while.  

                            It does'nt make me smile.

          If there's an emergency, see it's not fine,

        I cant call the three numbers starting with 9.

         I cannot call out.  It makes me scream and shout.  That's what it's about.

      Nobody can call in.  This game, I'm not going to win.  

                   It does not make me grin.