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A Good Day

It was going to be a good day,

my Horoscope said so.

The sun was out and the air was cool,

The universe had other plans, though.

On my way outside, a smile on my face

The wall came too close, it moved in my place.

So then down I went, the pain oh so great

"Ouch, my toe."
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