That Kind of Day
That Kind of Day
Woke up late
Too much wobbly pop
The night before
Race to get ready is on
Make up applied
Toast burnt
Out the door
Car won’t start
A bus is no fuss
Miss it by that much
When it begins to rain
Mascara running in shame
Hail a cab
Hair dripping went
Am I there yet
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