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A poem that takes the cake

My nails are all brittle and breaking, Because of the jello, I’m not in taking. I come home from work, all-aching, Why, it’s a jello cake that she’s baking. What could be better than par-taking In a delicious dessert, that she’s making Of the one that you love, not forsaking, Of a jello cake that she’s baking? We sit there, and enjoy with delight. It’s a beautiful and wonderful sight. Of a shear and culinary delight. As we go off to sleep thru the night. The next day I notice a difference, My nails are better in appearance The jello made all the difference, It was such a wonderful experience.

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