and this is why i don't write poetry:
Mom: can you write a get well poem for a towel and spatula "bouquet"?
Me: hey f-SIL, we heard you're sick
so here are some dishtowels on a stick
we hope that you get well soon
and enjoy this spatula-spoon
(um no apparently i cant)
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leave a comment. no halachic shailas, i'm not that kind of rbtzn.