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ABSTRACT POEMS
Where is the end?
I wish I had a friend.
Where are we going?
I hate this not knowing.
All these people in front of me, see.
How long must we wait? This, I really hate.
This is really a long time? No, it's not fine.
Hey, you just cut me!
My cousins wanted to go to Disney World in August.
They learned about hot temperatures and long lines.
A story many times told.
Oh the dreaded long lines. Your hair could turn completely silver by the time you make your way to the front of them. Cute write Chris.