Opa

David,

Its Three-Thirty in the morning

And I have to talk to Marshall

They’re killing me here

I’m losing the use of my hands

I have to get out of here

You have to get me out of here

Please

Tell Marshall to get me out of here

Please

Thursday Three-Twenty-Five AM

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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