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Microwave


You are breaking my heart microwaving the stew I just made for you with the freshness of the good stuff from your garden of earthly delights.

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gabbyangelova
<p>I don&#39;t use microwaves unless it&#39;s to heat up water, I think they are the worst object invented for food. At my friend&#39;s house I made them a stew with fresh spices from their garden and then he microwaved it. I just about wanted to cry, NO please...</p>
lizardoa21
<p>For short poems like this the title tells a lot about what it means. What made you write this?</p>

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