Can't fix - the window,
Seems buggered. I've
Put it back - together -
And shut the window,
But it won't - operate -
Properly. I'll get milk -
Later.
Because this is a text message to me, I don't think making it into a poem can really be considered a letter to the world. Some things are private and are closed off from the world for a reason - it isn't an invitation to take anything and turn it into a piece of work.
Makes a great 'found' poem though!
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