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One of Those Days
This day didn't go as I planned
In fact it went wrong from the go
While tilling my land with shovel in hand
I chopped off the tip of my toe
And to make matters even worse
I don't want to sound like a cryer
But while I was gone, I left the stove on
And saw that my house had caught fire
Now you might think that I'm lying
But this is the god's honest truth
As I limped to the well, I tripped and I fell
And knocked out my favorite tooth
After everything that's transpired
There's not that much left I can say
It's renowned, what goes up must come down
So I think that I'll call it a day
Copyright ©
Randy Freie
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