Up at six, another frantic day comes;Time to get the young children up for school.Breakfast is always a pure chaotic time,It’s every person for themselvesโthat’s the rule.Toast for Johnny, cereal for young Sue,While Dad shouts, “Where the heck is my phone?”Tammy the cat is mewing right at my feet,The tired kids all grumpily groan.Sue shouts …
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