Challenge
Pen a teeny tiny poem about WAITING
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Hot Tea
Cracking from the pressure,
they screech for my name.
But I'm sitting patiently--
Compensatedly
--Until I finish my hot, hot tea.
Cracking from the pressure,
they screech for my name.
But I'm sitting patiently--
Compensatedly
--Until I finish my hot, hot tea.