Thank Badness

I’m grateful there are days like this
When every shot is bound to miss
And all the best-laid plans of mice
And me go awfully gley. It’s nice
To have these days to gaze upon
When nothing much is going on
And I might otherwise be bored.
Misfortune is its own reward.

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