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A Bad Day The alarm clock didn’t ring.
None of my towels are clean. The bread for my toast is now green. It’s going to be a bad day. My stocking has a run. As for shoes, I can find only one. The neighbor’s barking dog Makes me want a gun. It’s going to be a bad day. Outside the traffic is standing still. My gas gauge is pointing towards nil. The Mississippi heat saps my will. It’s going to be a bad day. At work, it’s not better As I spill coffee on my sweater. A patient’s sneezes just makes it wetter. It’s definitely now a bad day. The day’s getting okay--but wait! Anne’s gotta leave so I must work late. But it’s not like I have a date. Screw the diet! Let the cookies add to my weight. It’s definitely a bad day. I finally make it home. Ring! My friend is on the phone, Listening as I moan and groan. I suddenly don’t feel so alone, Making better a bad day. |
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