The WorldA Poem by GabriThe world conspired to defeat me In the form of stiff spatulas, Cold toes, And a lost water bottle. Tired eyes, Strong onions, And propane stoves that wouldn't start. The world conspired to defeat me, And today, It won. © 2015 Gabri |
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Added on February 26, 2015 Last Updated on February 26, 2015 Author
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