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He says he's thinking about what, i don't know but my wonder ain't shrinking Soon he'll tell me though My patience is little it's already snapped his mind still like a riddle But at least on the door i have tapped waiting and waiting just a little bit more his thought he will be stating i still don't know what in store tick tock tick tock click click click there goes the clock the seconds will slowly slip yet still here i stand my wonder ain't shrinking i fiddle with my hands As away he is thinking wrote this in school, while i was waiting for my friend to talk to me next block.

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Date: 2/17/2009 2:49:00 PM
this must be in the deep south. john
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