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Waiting room

 This waiting room like life.

Slow but never sure.

What are we waiting for?

Why are we hanging around?
And what is that sound?

Only solemn faces, in these types of places.

Dispare on display.
I want to look away.
But I stare in wonder,
As I ponder life from this waiting room.

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Andy N

Wed 6th Jul 2011 08:15

Hi Amy;

Enjoyed this - not sure if I got the first line on this piece, but from what I know about you, it sounds like a slice of life in work poem, which i like.

Top one, my dear x

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