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TO MY BROKEN REFRIGERATOR
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For many years you were really chill
Then Mercury went into retrograde, and you fell ill
The fridge part was not nearly as cold
The perfect temp for botulism and mold
So, my beloved fridge, our relationship is through
Because, in the end, it was either me or you.
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