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Expectations


She says sit like a lady

but has rules against chairs.

Here's six hours of reading,

I'm sure you have time to spare.

 

Here's a screwdriver and wood

now give me boat.

There is a list of to-do's,

its the ten-paged note.

 

Has is ever occured

to those who command

that the clock on the wall 

has only two hands?

 

But time is the question,

that is a gift.

It is our expectations

that are slightly adrift.

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Kendra Chandler
<p>I&#39;ve had people in my life who expect me to do things that aren&#39;t in line with what I want. This poem is kind of a slam to them. It is a way of saying, &quot;Have fun with what you want me to do, in the meantime I&#39;ll be living my life.&quot;</p>

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