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By Isabel Monday
This was a hard poem to write as I was trying to write a parody of the daffodils by wordsworth but with fridges.
I even went to the trouble of looking for fridges..
I had the amazing priviledge of reading this poem at the great masters house in the lake district to people walking around and...