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Waiting In Line

I'm not as new as you might think|

I've been in the back of the class|

Just sitting and listening|

Perhaps one day get the courage to stand up|

Raise my hand|

Or move closer to the front of the class|

I've stared at the board and contemplated all the answers to the problems|




I'm not as new as you might think|

I saw the play from the back row|

Hiding in the dark|

Watching the plot unfold|

The actors play their role|

The settings switch|

The stains soaked in bleach|

The roses being thrown|

The expressions manipulated|

The smiles twitching as the play begins to grow|



I'm not as new as you might think|

I was the last person standing in line|

Waiting for days for the chance to capture the object of my affection|

The joys a shot at the prize can bring|

The chance to move along until I'm the person leading the line|

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