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Aug 2016
a hot coal rolled out the fire
and we were eating cakes
a squatter moved in next door
I confided I was no good at math
scooped up the rogue coal
invited the lonely squatter for tea
could not count how many cakes I ate
and realised the squatter was me.
Written by
nivek
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     Lora Lee, nivek, Alin, Pure LOVE, Mack and 1 other
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