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Jan 2020
Five minutes to myself
In aisle number 6,
Bliss!
Your turn to refresh our son
And our daughter lent a hand.
Three minutes choosing jam
Cheap or luxury?
Bits or not?
"HELLO DADDY!"
Six hours later...
"WHERE'S MY **** JAM?!"
#Poetry
Written by
Eryri
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