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Twenty Sugars


I tracked down Peter Stringfellow’s milk teeth.
Took a while but I got the complete set.
They were a bit off-white.
I put them in the dishwasher, in the cutlery basket.
They must’ve gone down a pipe during the wash.
I called a plumber, he said he couldn’t come until the 18th.
I couldn’t wait until the 18th so I called another plumber.
He was busy too.
The first one came around on the 18th.
I asked him if he wanted a cup of tea.
He said, “Please. White, 5 five sugars.”
He had four cups of tea.
That’s twenty sugars.
 
Tiny Finger Point