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Powerful Craving
Nine months I handled with nary a qualm, Thanks to the loving of dear husband Tom. Then on delivery I tried to be brave, But a scream just escaped me, “A pickle I crave.” Keeping the peace he knew was the drill, And Tom in his goodness ran out for a dill. Crunching and chewing my taste buds did swirl, Consequently was born, our sweet little girl. 8 lines
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