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How Things Happen

 

And you had no idea
They were coming.
The neighbor who turns ugly about your
Dog.
The girl you had your eye on all those months at night school
And you hear she got engaged to the dullard two rows
Over.
The audit the year you got
Sloppy.
The partner you thought had your back
Who contradicts you over a triviality among
Friends.
The doctor’s news when only that day
You’d ran five miles and met your wife for
Cappuccino.
The toddler not perfectly buckled
Up.
The gift of white designer jeans
Confirming he has not the faintest idea who you
Are.
The cop at the door
When things were going so
Well.

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