Poem: It Was Too Slow

It Was Too Slow

but otherwise
it was fine.
I think it was,
I think it went well
and everyone was good,
but it was quite slow.
Leisurely paced, I suppose.
You might claim
it is cultural, but
I think you can admit
it was not at all fast.
It would be fine,
but it was too long.
I did not need
to be there that long,
did not need to sit
at that table
for that long.
It was fine, I think,
in most ways,
though by the end
we all were ready
to not be there.

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