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Nov 2016
Our love is like a microwave
We nonchalantly recognize its presence   And we happily utilize it everyday
Yet we rarely sit and ogle upon the magic it contrives.
The beguiling beauty of the zappy microwave.
Whilst bumbling around the 12 hour work day an anchoring and ardent appreciation for the microwave sprouted. And thus some Sarah scrum doo dab drivel was born.
Sarah Kunz
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Sarah Kunz  20/F/Ithaca NY
(20/F/Ithaca NY)   
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