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Stood Up
As I sit hear tangled with dreads
No fingers parting corn row beds
Waiting up berating delay
Wondering why you did say
You would be here at eight
now more than two hours late
You did not even call to inform
To let me know you changed the norm
Of our plan for the evening
Unto my bed I am leading
Do not call me again tonight
Since you did not have the decency
To be polite.
