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"You pay far too much for nonsense."
Or so she says when some immense
Bill comes in, for cars or sports,
Or whenever the pocketbooks comes up short.

But watch her blouse rip a bit,
And she'll scowl and bite her lip.
Replacing the shirt would be a chore,
For "The mall doesn't sell these anymore." 


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