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About This Poem
Bad Luck
The grizzly was approaching me very aggressively,
and there was nowhere for me to run for safety,
so I took out my grizzly bear pepper spray and blasted it at him,
but just at that moment there was a very strong gust of wind,
which blew the pepper spray right back at me.
My eyes were burning and it was impossible to see.
The last thing I thought before I got mauled
was, "If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all."
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