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COUNTRY POEMS She don't call me on the ohone wanymore.
She no longer comes to my door.
She don't come to my home, anymore.
She no longer comes around.
At my home, she can't be found.
I'm alone.
A fact, I can't ignore.
I guess, I confess, a mess.
We're through, she has found somebody new.
