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The dish and the spoon were having tea
What do you think will become of thee
Will I end up dusty on someone’s shelf
Just like that holiday who is a little elf
The spoon replied a bracelet I would be
Nice and round and pretty you’ll see
The dish laughed and said with a smile
I will be in pieces on a beach for a mile
Let’s not think of this and the time of day
We shall run away together as the fable say
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