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The alarm clock did not go off,
Late, I woke up in a strange huff. There will be no lengthy shower, No time for perfumed powder, Rushing about in my stocking The wretched clock tic-tocking, Hunger panging in my tummy For something warm and yummy No time to make, it’s the pits, Biscuits, gravy and grits.
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