Patience Without Them

by sugarcoatedprincess

I can go through several days like this one,
Before I consider filing a complaint,
And even then it would just be,
Worded strictly “Where is she?”
Boy, do I miss her! What a day this has been,
It’s been productive, but some destructive,
Nature’s peeked itself out and through,
Holding it down is hard too.

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