lady on watch checking my id
i told her what page i should be
she look at me in the eye; i see
she isn't quick to respond; guess
she wasn't on right page; i grin
ah! she found it and give me pen
i burn quarter of an hour everyday
just to look up my credential clear
at one time their computer down
so i waited for new one to come
i look back not pretty, a long line
i hope nobody is upset or some
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