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Blood, Red Blood...A Poem by David Lewis PagetThe night outside was a solid mist You couldn’t see past three feet, Or so she thought, the Telephonist As she came back in fro.. |
Telephonist |
Blood, Red Blood...A Poem by David Lewis PagetThe night outside was a solid mist You couldn’t see past three feet, Or so she thought, the Telephonist As she came back in fro.. |
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