Clock says green.
Let's get up and go.
Books.
Breakfast.
Showers for two.
Clock says we're doing fine,
on time.
T-Shirts.
Tears.
"Find your glove!"Shoes on.
Come on,
come on,
come on!
In the car.
Not going far.
That's great.
Because guess what?We're running late.
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