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Disaster
I went for my early morning run,
just me and my young son.
It was to be a lot of fun,
then home for a hot cross bun.
We waved to Mary's grandson,
then it had all begun.
My shoe came untied.
I almost died.
Come on one spiritual guide,
I cried.
One must hold on to their pride,
disaster is about to show real wide.
Down I went,
did the concrete now have a dent?
It all peeked off to the bright morning sun.
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Paula Goldsmith
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