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There’s a queue for the loo
Again
The fridge is empty
again
Your musics too loud
Again
I’m losing my shit
Again
“Muuuuuuummmmmm”
Is the chorus
AGAIN
And if you can’t see it
Look harder, don’t call me
And if you want it
Go find it, Don’t call me.
And if you finish the loo roll
Replace it
Don’t leave it
And if you use the bread
Clear the side up
Don’t leave it
The dog is woofing
Again
The rain is falling
Again
“I’ve been kicked out teams”
Again
“Muuuuuuuuuuuuuum”
Is the chorus
Again
IM LOSING MY SHIT
A G A I N!
©️Juliette Turrell
terrific stuff: you vent with eloquence; good to see you back posting again 🙂
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Thank you John, life is odd right now 😂
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odd is good: gives one plenty of material to work with; banish the bland, I say 🙂
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I can feel my own blood starting to boil just reading.
Excellent work.
Again.
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Thank you 🤗
I had a vent itching, they are good kids really, I’m lucky
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