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The Worst 2 Days EVER, experienced monthly
Emotions scuttle through me
Like clouds across a sky
One minute I feel glee
The next I feel I'll die
My face is red and blotchy
My eyes feverishly bright
I know if I saw clearly
My face would be a fright
My hair feels like a birds nest
My memory's shot to hell
My sleep's when conversation's best
Naught could wake me but a fire bell
Guys say they cannot bear us
That we're snappish and we're rude
I know for sure they'd fuss
If THEY had to deal with these moods
The worst is the pain of the belly
Harmless cramps they say?
My abdomen's turned to jelly
Why should we suffer this way?
What a frustrating time we spend
Before our PMSing ends
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