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Patience

I was never be the one to be patient
I hate long queues that eat my time
Like I got nothing better to do.

 

It’s long been said be patient,
I hope I have one bone of patience
somewhere in my whole body.
In my wait I will imagine myself
In the comfort of my home relaxing.

 

On the other hand who ever dead
Of being patient? No one. I guess being
patience is just a part of life. We have all been there

and not always liked it unless you disagree.

 

If maybe there could be an award or prices given out for being patient.
The wait would so be worth it. Hopefully patience will one day very soon, shape my character and make be a more patient person. It sure would solve a lot more masses that I normally would have caused.

Kindness S

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