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Whoever you are, you can’t be important
for you’re not there in my phone book.
But I apparently grace your own book,
and that’s an ominous portent.

If at some time our paths have crossed
that memory’s gone with your number:
much has happened, much to encumber
a mind that’s all but lost.

So spare me these silly games at night,
these teasers to keep me guessing:
Monday looms large and oppressing -
I have to be up and bright!
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