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Ventured from the land Of vegemite on toast I landed where they drive backwards And tout their freedom most

The problem was not tipping Not guns that I would fear The problem was that I had swapped Completely hemispheres

My shoes you see, well simply put Were incompatible Inverted now I had become Their push became a pull

No sooner than I landed As gravity came through I started floating up and up With nothing I could do

Screaming, flailing as I rose You should have seen my face I hope this poem finds you well Of which I wrote in space

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December 27th 2019