Waiting - Poem by Mark Normand
I'm here at the front of the back of the line,
I was last but I think I'll go next.
I've been here so long it seems like forever,
I think it's time I sat down to rest.
When my number is called, and they ask me my
name, I'm not sure what I will say.
I guess I will tell them that I'm just the guy
who has been waiting here all damn day
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