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Tide-To-gODEWhen Tabasco sauce spilled on my white dress
The day of high school graduation,
I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to stress--
I couldn't bear the thought of stained humiliation.
When Elton, my five-year-old pipsqueak brother
Thought that neon markers could be used on my jeans,
I counted all the scribbles, one right after the other--
I was more than furious, beyond all means.
When a sloppy girl at a frat house sloshed some beer on my tee
And the brown bubbles dribbled down my back,
I hurried across the room to let my friend see--
I should have listened when she said to wear black.
When the stains start to spread and I think it couldn't get worse.
I sigh, and grab the Tide-To-Go from my purse.
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