BUSY SIGNAL

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COUNTRY POEMS



       I keep calling and calling and calling.

       I'm trying and trying to get through.

       I'm going to start crying and crying and crying.

      

        Busy signal.



       I'm getting blue.  It's really true.

       What am I supposed to do?

       What can I do?

    

        Busy signal.



       How long will this go on?

       A long night before the dawn.

       A lot of darkness before the light.

       A lot fight until the battle won and

       the sun.

  

                

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