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Waiting for Friday

We’re sitting on a tightrope

over a still, clear pool.

It’s running deep, not through,

because the current is at rest.

We’ve pruned all the flowers and

the fish have all been fed.

We’ll be ready, that’s for sure,

– we’ve our tickets here –

for when the boat comes in.

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