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Subject: A Poam about waiting for the new books

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Lady Moss of DD

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Date Posted: 21:56:55 09/19/05 Mon

Standing outside the bookstore
Waiting, waiting,
Pressing nose against the glass.
Impaitent feelings stir within me,
Waiting, for the time to come to pass.
Waiting, ever waiting,
Passerbys eye me oddly
As I wait in the cold
In the place fire burning hotly
Waits for me at home.
O, but I wish that it would come!
As dawn kisses the morning
Hopefull I become once more
My eyes rivite on the shelves, boring
Into them.
A few hang around the door,
All awaiting when,
The time should come that we all get our wishes.
But I ignore them,
(And make a face as one starts eating fryed fishes)
I clutch the corner hem
Of my cloak,
Waiting for that time then.
(Behind me someone sips at their coke.)
My hopes sing out and we all cheer
When Finally he comes,
The manage-eer!
I shout 'Haway the Braw!' and charge into the store
When when it is locked no more
And in the frenzy I follow future cooks
All of us searching for the same book,
When I find it.
An isle away from all the best
I think that I must find the rest
Before I enjoy what I hold here,
(Here it is, what I hold dear!)
The Cookbook.
Running blindly to the table
I stop and stare at the fabled
High Rhulian.
I shout my warcry high and loud
and quickly grab it off the shelve
Dashing to the checkout proud
Not really thinking, here and now.
Putting change right on the stand
(Counted out be-fore hand)
I bother with no lousy bag
But run outside, my feet no drag
I whistle for my ride, "Come near!"
And it pulls up beside me here
On the sidewalk.
I leap into my seat
And open the books quite happily
Finished is my stalk.
As I turn my eyes unto first words
A loud sound quite like a bird
Dispairs me.
For now, I'm not in a van, instead
I find I'm in my bed.
"No No!" I cry and I sigh.
As over the pinkish sky
Dawn breaks.
Oh well, only three more days!

*Sigh* I'm waaay to bored, not to mention that I'm going crazier with waiting!! Um, any CCs go to Lady Moss of DD!

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