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You say you need
More OSB.
But what about
The kids and me?
There are no eggs,
There is no bread.
And why the heck
Are we still wed?
You hardly cook,
You never clean.
And why the heck
Are you so mean?
The phone will be
There when they're grown.
But they won't be
When they have flown.
Flown from the coop
To get the scoop
To get away from
All the poop.
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