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Waiting

Time is very fast, He was waiting on a table, Ice was meeting itself, And cooling down a drink. His body was still burning, He finished a packet smoking, He had four five cold drinks, But still he was feeling hot. Ten times he went to see, He hasn’t seen somebody, Parking was empty and cool, He left message at the counter. He went toilet many times, Evening was very calm and hot, All the tables were full, People were enjoying with smiles. He was surrounded in a fire, More than an hour he was there, He plucked a bunch of flowers, And a champagne he thrower in a bin

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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