Isn't At All


When the chips all fall down
And we may where we fell
It is as it is
And isn't as well
Then the trips took to town
Have a story to tell
It is clear as a bell
And it isn't at all



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Written on 2015-05-06 at 05:29

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A very nice dichotomy of thoughts. I am tempted to write that you went to town to buy some chips and then dropped them on the ground so you had to return to buy them again. But that would be silly of me :)
2015-05-07