The little quirks that filled the day
The problems that arose,
The clock that hadn’t been reset
So I was late to go
The car that hit the power pole
And blacked out Libby Road
The phone lines that still aren’t back on
The website that just closed
And now to add the real insult
To all this injury
I find I’ve just run out of milk…
There’s none for morning tea!
So I think I’ll call it a day,
I think it’s plain to see
That although it was not half bad
It WAS Friday thirteenth!!!
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