One Crappy Day
One, two, three-
Organized alphabetically.
Four, five, six-
this must have a fix.
Seven, eight, nine-
but I hate to whine.
Ten, elven, twelve-
mentally it delves.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen-
Spotless, sparkling clean.
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