Please help me on problem 1 of poetry.
Today was just the very worst,
I should have known it from the first;
I tossed and turned and had bad dreams,
then couldn't find my favorite jeans;
I left my homework on my floor,
then banged my knee on my front door;
I had to ride the smelly bus;
Oh, stop, you'll say—what's all the fuss?
But here's the cause of my dismay:
This all took place on my birthday.
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You would most likely find this poem in a book entitled
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