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December 26, 2013
Concerned about
their blocked up sink,
that is slow to empty,
and has a stink.
She awoke not having
slept, but a wink,
knowing again he’d scratch
his head and think.
Like yesterday, when he said
‘you need a plunger’.
Then just wandered off,
as if one, she could conjure
miraculously, out of the blue,
like some super magician –
His lazed remark,
causing much contrition!
So before more pearls of wisdom
he could offer today.
She rang the plumber,
who said ‘he was on his way’.
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