Nothing much happened on that day,
that time when I broke my toe.
Oh, newly named babies were born somewhere, far away,
and many more unnamed people died in distant lands.
Some remarkable events occurred, so they say,
there might even have been a monsoon, a haboob, a fire,
but no matter to me, you see, as in bed I lay,
no matter to me, other peoples' joy or woe.
All that mattered was my pain that day.
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