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My Robot Brings me Six Meals a Day

My robot brings me six meals a day We started out with three, but he was sad He lives to please me in every kind of way His baking is good, his frying and cooking not bad Robot makes my bed, he shines my boots and shoes Eliminates all doubts, makes me laugh, tickles away my blues He vacuums and dusts, washes dishes and walks the dog But his snoring is outrageous, so I make him sleep out by the bog

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Date: 1/9/2025 5:05:00 PM
Caren, I do think your robot deserves a comfy bed, in return for keeping you well fed… Beryl
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/10/2025 6:27:00 AM
I totally agree and I love your name! I have a huge hunk of Beryl; after a million years it will be an emerald.

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