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The Waiting Game
The rattling whir of the ceiling fan
An inkling of the street light
Peeking through the bedroom curtains
A tiny hand or foot nudges me
From the dark warmth of my body
Impatience and restlessness floods my mind
Come out, come out
I've done my time
Come out, come out
An inkling of the street light
Peeking through the bedroom curtains
A tiny hand or foot nudges me
From the dark warmth of my body
Impatience and restlessness floods my mind
Come out, come out
I've done my time
Come out, come out
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