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ON PATIENCE
Why I'm bored it do not know.
I get those nagging times;
not knowing when to stay or go.
Up a tree I want to climb.
Ear has words that bother me.
Oh, the fog has gathered here.
now it's cleared to set me free,
From both woe and fear.
Most days it's minute by minute.
Waiting moments of questioning
In these times I quite resent it.
Fruits of the labor are a blessing.
Michaela Warren 2011
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