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Feb 2017
I'm curing the problem the best way I've found.
I opened the breech and I slipped in a round,
this one for my darling, still lying in bed;
I ponder the things this will do to her head.
The way that she's done me, no doubt she's deserving
this coffee machine with its cute little serving.
Written by
Poe Reimer  Missoula, MT
(Missoula, MT)   
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   Demonatachick
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