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If you're waiting on me you're backing up

I woke before dawn, with places to go My wife wants to ride, but she’s far to slow I sure hate to leave the number one shopper For once she gets going, nothing can stop her But the morning bus runs, in half of an hour And I hear her back there, starting the shower To get stuck at the back of the bus is disaster With a seat on the front, we get there much faster We should hurry along before all the seats fill I would mention the time, but can't swallow that pill If we miss this bus, there's one that comes later Since there is no way to hurry, the beloved wifeinator Just a few tas and a ya, to the end of this tome So I’ll stand on my head, and hope soon we are gone

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