Ouch
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It was a marriage ceremony,
A high heel injured his foot,
He said,
Ouch!
She was a beautiful girl,
Pain of beauty is pleasing,
He said,
It’s all right.
It was a dark night,
Of energy shortage,
A slipper rode his old foot,
A mild pain of a bulky old woman!
Hell with you,
Are you blind!
She said,
Ouch!
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