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Boiled Cabbage and Me
My father liked
Cabbage
But didn’t like me
He swore blindly
By it
Eating it every day
Boiling the life
Out of it
As he did with me
Monday 12th May 2025 3:05 pm
childhoof (Remove filter)
My father liked
Cabbage
But didn’t like me
He swore blindly
By it
Eating it every day
Boiling the life
Out of it
As he did with me
Monday 12th May 2025 3:05 pm
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