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“I’m done with you !”
You cry,
Looking at me-
Through wary eyes;
“After tomorrow,
Down in the trash
you shall go!
“Oh please!”
I chuckle to myself –
“That’s the sixth day,
In a row.
Many a morning,
has now passed,
since I began to resemble –
A very flat stone slab!”

“Give up on me,
you would not –
no matter how hard
the battle fought;
You would squeeze,
push and press –
till I cough up
enough gel to cover –
most of your toothbrush!”

“Oh, no!
Judging by all this,
I’d say I’ve got –
A good ten days more to go!”

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