Wrong Side of the Bed
Right side in the end.
Full of dread, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed,
But I quickly realized it was all just in my head,
Because as I stubbed my toe,
And tumbled over, full of woe,
I found what I had been missing, leaving no tears left to shed.
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Alyson Vito
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