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A Poem based on true Events
The last day of month nine,
The sun was ashine.
The fridge bore no eggs but a bottle of wine.
So I took my dog and went down to town
To go to the market for new eggs to own.
I took along Miyu leaving Toya afrown.
The egg was a six pack,
But full was my backpack.
So I put the egg in a white plastic bag.
So we went to the bus,
without any fuzz,
But Miyu the huss'
Was tired and thus...
She sat on the bag,
On my newly bought egg,
Making it crack.
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