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Adrian Mitchell
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Telephone told me that you were deadNow I hate every telephone’s stupid head
I’d rather sit here turning to a block of stone
Than pick up any snake of a telephone
© 1996, the estate of Adrian Mitchell
From: Blue Coffee
Publisher: Bloodaxe Books, Tarset
From: Blue Coffee
Publisher: Bloodaxe Books, Tarset
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Telephone told me that you were deadNow I hate every telephone’s stupid head
I’d rather sit here turning to a block of stone
Than pick up any snake of a telephone
From: Blue Coffee
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