Amanda May Moore (May 21,1988 / Ypsilanti Michigan)
Only across the hall
It isn't like I'll slip and fall
But it also is a walk
One in which most watch like a hawk
To make sure they can have a spot.
It doesn't take a lot
To lose one and say, 'oh... I forgot! '
'I need my shampoo! ! ! '
Going back you hear 'thank-you'
As someone else walk into
So there you are to resume
Your place in line
If you haven't had your turn... you may after mine!
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