A Poem

Somebody – and I’m fairly certain it wasn’t number one, so it must’ve been Gaby or Dirk – made a box of words with magnets on them manifest itself on the top of our fridge:

Not one to waste a chance of expressing my pompous artistic skills decided to make a poem:

For those who are not pretentious literature experts, I can mention that it is about how we are just insignificant rain drops in an eternal neverness.

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