She Refreshes Me
A blast from her refreshes me
I grab a snack and sip my tea
She is the largest entity in my house
Behind her sometimes hides a mouse
She used to make ice, but this is no longer so.
We do not care, for have an ice machine on counter below.
She has served us well for the past sixteen years.
Will she last ten more? This is one of our fears
She gives us lettuce, tomatoes, mayonnaise and butter.
We often look through her drawers and sometimes mutter.
I love the blast she gives me in the morning, quick and loose.
When I am rooting through her, looking for fresh orange juice.
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