Trip In Hotel - Poem by Lori Triggs
Trip In Hotel
By Lori Triggs
I hand to go to the doctor,
For a stupid accident indeed, but funny.
Because I got glass in my butt with
blood everywhere even pieces, sculpture all over.
When I was in hotel walking tripped,
so I fell on glass sculpture on the way
To my room to get some rest over this,
I will order coffee and some dinner in
than some T.V. and sleep.
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