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About This Poem
Gotta Run Down to the Store -
DAMN it, you stupid old fart!
Why did you pull out THAT cart?
That cart with the wobbly front wheel
And it squeaks! (How embarrassed I feel)
Oops...beg your pardon sweet ma'am
Yes, I know who I think that I am...
(Crash) Oh good god mercy me
"CLEAN-UP ON AISLE NUMBER THREE"
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