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In the Waiting Room

Hello People. Good morning. I hope your yesterday was all good. Mine was good but I had caught the Grumpies from my family so I had a rather sour output on life until I went to the pool. The pool was overflowing because  of the rain. Nobody was there so I had three lifeguards to myself. It was a little awkward. They were just playing in the water and Jeremiah the pool monitor told me that I should go play with them. I was like um... that is super awkward, you see, Mr. Tangerine Speedo and I have this interesting relationship. He is either bossing me around in the pool or ignoring me or lifeguarding. Let's not break this up. He looks happy for once.
I am not too good at just swimming for fun. I get bored. It is weird. So I watched the lifeguards swim, and tan, and roll across the ground.... (Don't judge people, I do it too. Best way to dry off without a towel.)
I wrote a poem for you guys. It is for anyone who has gone to the doctor's office. Here you go:

Sitting patient in the waiting room.
Standing, pacing in the waiting room.
Mind is racing in the waiting room.
They will call me from the waiting room.
I'll follow them to my clinical doom!

I think that is all for today. I know it is really short. I do not have much to say I guess. Oh wait, I do have something to say. Guess what!
I HAVE 1 FOLLOWER!
I am famous now. 😆 
That's all. Have a great day people, your thoughts and comments are always welcome. 

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