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Bad Luck!
I got out of bed
And fell on my head,
And twisted my arm
In pain!
I picked myself up
Knocked my tea cup,
And then tripped
Over again!
The shower was hot,
It scolded my bot,
I slipped on the soap,
With a thud!
I toweled myself dry,
With a long sigh,
And carefully wiped
Off the blood!
I put on my clothes,
Scratching my nose,
And felt a sharp
Fierce pain!
I powdered my face,
Stared into space,
Not Friday the
Thirteenth again!
Joy Weare,
13th January, 2006.
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