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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.
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
Ode to the microwave
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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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
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