Oh, how I miss my hot water.
Oh, how I never appreciated your warmth.
For even when I want the shower to be cold,
I need you to take the edge off.
Last night I learned the error of my ways.
The fact I should bow down and thank the Gods and Edwin Ruud for your existence.
The pilot went out on the hot water heater again.
The water was as cold as a mountain spring.
The children screamed from the shock.
They handled it much better than I.
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