Some days the rice is dry and burnt
The chicken is gummy
The soup is soupy
The house smells like smoke
Every errand I try to get done
I left something home
Or the bank was closed
Or it wasn't in stock
My shaver simply pulled at my beard
And I didn't cut straight
And I lost a shoe
And I didn't have lunch
And the dog wants to go out for
The fifth time today
And all I have left
Is this blog post
Yehuda
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