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A yellow ladybird waiting for the light to turn red.
Patiently awaiting what's to come.
She knows better than to make rude gestures at the light.
It won't make it change any quicker.
She knows she can spend her time better than being an angst-ridden insect cynically hating phonies.
It's true patience is a virtue
and she sticks by this principle.
No matter what they say,
a principle's a principle.
The yellow ladybird knows a lot of things.
A delightful delinquent who enjoys reading eloquent literature
and can tell you who painted that pretty picture.
But she is still just a yellow ladybird.
Still only learning how to operate in this world.
But when the light turns red, then she will know.
Know more than she does now.
Soon the yellow ladybird will see the light, be it the light she would've liked or not, I can not say.
Only she can decide if the waiting was worth it.
And for her poor soul, I hope it was.
Experimenting a bit. I know it doesn't rhyme much but still a poem.
Interrupt what you will.
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