As I sat in my
like Rapunzel for her prince charming,
the clock hit eight.
No boy friend,
five after eight, ten, fifteen after eight,
no boy friend.
As the clock crept by slowly
By eight-thirty I grew lonely.
I looked down as a tear fell off my face.
When I looked back up I saw him.
I was about to yell to him,
but I broke down in tears.
That night I found out that
I didn't need a man to hold me up,
I could do it myself.
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