Today
Today was a bad day one of many
No one was unkind or wicked
well except one theirs always the one
but that wouldnt have shooken me if i didnt have piles of overflowing troubles flooding my thoughts like a room in need of plumbing
i wrote an organized little list with all the very important things i had to do to day on an orange post it note
except it wasnt little this list caused me much grief
I have crossed out 2
2 out of 50
so when i ran out of post its and my troubles where drowning me
my charger broke
cleaved in half
so it all came crashing
today was a very bad day-I never completed everything on my list smie was one of them
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