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The Butter Thief.

She always hung the pot of butter,

Low enough for him to reach,

“Oh Krishna, you little thief!”

She smiled to herself.

 She never understood this deal,

How is it that whenever he steals,

The pot of butter never empties out,

Instead, Her harvest keeps increasing everyday!

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