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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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There is a soul
She waits
Patiently

Sometimes, her patience wanes
She calls at night
A whisper on the wind
Buffeting semi-conscious thoughts

She calls and asks, why
has she not been brought home
yet she understands
she knows who will be ready soon

Her time has not come
She waits
Patiently
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