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A Poem of Retribution
A Poem of Retribution
He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake
My biscuits were too hard
Not like mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew
I didn't mend his socks
Like his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue
Then I turned around and smacked him...
Just like his mother used to do.
--Author Unknown
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