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 On Sale

Damn you, air conditioner, blow some cool air,
I'm hotter than Hell and got sweat everywhere.
I bought you because I had a plan,
but Hell, all you are is just a big fan.
That guy at the store just suckered me in,
I gave twenty five dollars and you just blow wind.
Hm mm, should I return you for the screwing I got,
or toss you in the trash and it just be forgot?
Well for now I'll pull your damn plug right out,
you won't blow cold air no matter how loud I shout.
The next time I get a brainstorm like this,
and try to save a few bucks that I don't wish to miss,
I'll remember that sometimes one can't find a deal,
unless something's on sale and still wrapped with a seal.

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