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I had to renew my drivers license; This is stupid this makes no sense. No one cares what I think, So went to the DMV, boy it stinks. I got a number six-eight-one. They said an hour then I'd be done; That was a lie an hour later, six-five- nine, I would run up and cut in line But that's not allowed, six-six-zero. Two hours later ,six-seven-eight. Dinner in an hour; I will be late. Six-seven-nine, oh boy I'm close; Relief I've found that no one else knows. My paper are in hand and I'm ready, Six-eight-zero, my heartbeat steady I'm next in line, oh boy it's my turn. Come on, hurry, I'm hungry, dadburn, I sit for what seems like hours. And I start dreaming of burgers. Then they call six-eight-two, They skipped me, but what can I do? I must go to the front desk, To try again and take another risk.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 8/30/2014 8:08:00 AM
Congrats on the win, Isaiah
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Date: 8/29/2014 5:11:00 PM
Isaiah, thanks for supporting my one WORD title contest. Enjoy the win. ~SKAT~
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