Gift of Hazelnut
I am sure they thought they were doing something wonderful.
Putting hazelnut coffee into my mailbox with a bow.
It is no one who knows me.
Because I am deathly allergic to hazelnut.
Or it is someone who knows me
But does not like me very well.
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