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| My fridge I got you more than a year ago And my oh my how I loved you so You chilled my drinks and cooled my milk You were the best fridge of your ilk For months on end, you kept your cool But I ignored the golden rule To defrost you and trim the ice And now I pay a heavy price Your icebox has no space no more I should have done this months before For now my fingers feel quite numb And myself I feel so very dumb I’ll take this lesson to my heart To care for you and play my part To defrost you with greater regularity Before the ice condenses and forms an all-enveloping, all-encompassing, light-swallowing singularity And so my fridge, I make this wow To heed your warning, starting now I’ll trim your ice until I’m grey and old And you will keep my Thule cold Icelandic version here | ||||||||||
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