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Once upon a time, On a hot summer's day, The air conditioning broke, And left its household in disarray. The dogs lay a'panting, The cats gone to sleep, And waiting impatiently, As like a flaming heap, Lay a small girl, Destined to weep. For this summer's day, Was hotter than most, In fact you could say, it was hot enough to burn toast. So the girl lay a'sweating, Thirsty and shaken, Praying and waiting, For her aircon to awaken. Sadly enough, The aircon had grown tired, and so in a last stroke of breath, had finally retired. The girl pleaded, Begging on her knees, "Please, Mr. Airconditioner!" "Would you please?" The aircon lay a'silent