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Mar 10
When the kettle on the stove,
Saw the dainty cup ,
Graced with beauty and elegance,
It whistled and called out,"Hey! You  punk,
Come quickly,
Take me to her ,
So I can fill her with my hot love,
Before that  ugly coffee *** beats me to it.
10/3/2025
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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