Fridge over troubled waters
I stock my fridge most candidly,Filled up with things I think it needs.
That would keep it warm,
When it decides to feed.
Yet for no reason that I can see,
It seems still, Very cold to me.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-05-07 at 01:45
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