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The New Phone System Just twang on the strang to place a call The man came to 'splain the phone system With handsets and every kind of phone He told about call forwarding and voice mail With his unlimited selection of ring tones You can customize this phone as you like With the melodious tone you like best It will call you with a special song to awakens your slumber upon your desk So we signed our names upon the line Yet we won't hear those tone played 'Cause the tin can and string model we have Doesn't yet have an digital upgrade
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