Button poem

Waiting and smiling

Eternally waiting in the queue,
Thoughts begin to rumble
On what did I stumble,
And what would ensue.

Then I remembered the sin;
With a mischievous grin,
And just like that;
I knew where I was at,
And let the negative thoughts crumble.

 

 

 

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