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I woke up late,
no hot water,
this days not starting well.
on my way to work,
hit a deer,
busted up my truck..
spilled coffee in my lap.
one whole day of running,
a torch stuck to my butt.
got home had no power,
nothing in the fridge,
sat down to write by candlelight,
my pen is out of ink.
I'm going to crawl to bed,
this days been a mess,
sweet and pleasant dreams.
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