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What You're Doing

I had nothing at all

that I could do

I called and was happy

talking to you.

Then I sat waiting

for you to come back

and wondered why

you're talking to Zac.

I'm still waiting

and now I know

what you're doing

is starting to show.

This poem was written by Tracy Hass.

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