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See it chill my goods.
My ice cream, my meat and peas,
and frozen sundries.
Hear it whirr gently.
Its assuring litany,
soothes my tortured nerves.
Smell its burnt motor.
The fragrance reminding me,
that all goods perish.
Taste its caustic ice.
The chloroflourocarbons
add such character.
Touch its plastic lid.
Smooth. Textured. Like me. Like life.
I love my freezer.