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Connections Cut To Connecticut
This isn't just a jeer
Or a soulful moan,
But there is a little number
That's come up on my phone.

Twenty, three, four-three-one
Fifteen more
And after which
Three score and a digit one.
(Pretty long isn't it?
But luckily I'm done!)

I'd love to call this number
If only she'd let me do
But I'd have to be less dumber
Or she'll only tell me "No!"

For it ain't just a someone,
But a victim of my strife
Which is really, really very sad,
As I'd life her in my life.

By Robert L Thompsett