LONG LINE

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COUNTRY POEMS

  

  I am all alone.

   This is a long line.

   I can only sing a blues song.

   When will I get through?  What can I do?

    On and on and on.  A long night before the dawn.

   It is taking up all this time.

   It is not fine.

   Does it ever end?  A letter home I may need to send.

  There's nothing else in sight, this'll be a long night.

   So many people here, dear, I have fear.

    

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