My charger is broken,
My battery’s low,
So here is a poem.
Now I’ve got to go.
(One stanza’s too little,
So I wrote this postscript,
Risking my battery
So you don’t feel gypped).
My charger is broken,
My battery’s low,
So here is a poem.
Now I’ve got to go.
(One stanza’s too little,
So I wrote this postscript,
Risking my battery
So you don’t feel gypped).
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