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On CueEverybody At the table, Fights for verbal Space and cue. Not a single Soul is listening, Not a single Thought gets through. Interrupted, Overlapping, Such confusing Half baked views. Never ending Chitter chatter, No one seems To hear on cue! Joy Weare. 18th July, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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