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A Poem of Retribution
He didn't like the casserole And he didn't like my cake My biscuits were too hard Not like mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right He didn't like the stew I didn't mend his socks Like his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue Then I turned around and smacked him... Just like his mother used to do. --Author Unknown |
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