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That Kind of Day Woke up late Too much wobbly pop The night before a blur 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 Andreas Simic
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 6:08 AM UTC
That Kind of Day
That Kind of Day Woke up late Too much wobbly pop The night before a blur 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 Andreas Simic
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 6:08 AM UTC
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