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May 2014
I'm sitting here waiting, with nothing to do.
Apparently someone is coming I don't even know who.
I'm growing impatient, and getting bored.
What am I doing here?
The whole city I could have toured!
This lady is so rude to make me sit here and wait.
I have a good attitude but now its getting really late!
My face is turning sour, more sour by the hour.
Waiting, waiting seconds to minutes pass.
I hear someone, is that her alas?
Nope, it was just a noise in this silent, silent space.
I'm really beginning to hate this place.
I think it is my time to go.
This is the end of my flow!
Squirrely Girl
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Squirrely Girl  Rio de Janeiro
(Rio de Janeiro)   
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   Amitav Radiance, --- and ---
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