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Sixty MinutesSixty Minutes
Late. Late. Late.
Five minutes went by and I didn't hear anything from him.
I kept insuring my self that he was just running a little behind.
Fifteen minutes ticked on and still he didn't show.
My clock might be a few minutes fast.
Twenty minutes gone.
Maybe he ran into problems at work.
Thirty minutes flashed by.
I could feel my heart sinking.
Forty Minutes withered away.
My time was growing increasingly short.
Fifty Minutes crawled past.
My tiny glimmer of hope just died.
And I felt so crushed that I was just stood up.
© Johannah Doll
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