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you're psychicDon't e-mail him, call himNot to
mention frustrated and pissed off
"All right what?"
"All right, I'm hearing youYou're coming in loud
and clearNo misunderstandings whatsoeverPerish
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the goddam thoughtAll I wanted was to save Tom
Riley's life
To that she had no answerAnd no rational
explanation for what I had known about Tom, either
So that was where we left itMy thought as I hung
up the phone was No good deed goes unpunished
Maybe it was hers, too
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I felt angry and lostThe dank, dreary weather
didn't helpI tried to paint and couldn'tI went
downstairs, took up one of my sketch-pads, and
found myself reduced to the sort of doodles I'd
done in my other life while taking phone calls:
cartoon shmoos with big earsI was about to toss
the pad aside in disgust when the phone rang
"Are you coming this afternoon?" he asked
"I thought maybe with the rain-"
"I planned on creeping down in the carI'm
certainly not doing squat hereJust don't plan on Poetry Hour
"Bad?"
"As bad as I've seen her He took a deep breath and let it out
It was like listening to a gust of wind blow
through the telepho