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Feb 2021
Every day when I get up in the morning, oh God,
As I take soap in my hands,
The KGB comes to my mind,
For stealing my soap in plenty
And the promise I made one day
if I am freed
I will send you soap
So you can wash your hands,
Your intentions, perhaps,
A couple of times a month at least,
Alas, in foreign lands,
Iā€™m left without keeping my word.
Written by
Yovshan Annagurban
  197
   JM Thomson'
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