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A small poem

03 Mar

There’s a rainbow in my frying pan
It wasn’t there before
It fell in through the window
and then leapt up from the floor

Though I know that eating rainbows
Isn’t very often done,
It’ll lighten up my stir-fry;
I can call it “a la sun”

Note: There was a prism hanging in the window of my kitchen.

 

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