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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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I honestly can relate to every word
countrygirlhuntin
<p>love it</p>

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