
Meiling awoke in a grumble,
Her coffee was cold—what a fumble!
With a sharp little glare,
And a tousled-hair flare,
She stormed off but tripped in a tumble!
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Meiling awoke in a grumble,
Her coffee was cold—what a fumble!
With a sharp little glare,
And a tousled-hair flare,
She stormed off but tripped in a tumble!
Wonderful ♥️
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Think if my coffee is hot is when I’m grumble fumbled.
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