Roald Dahl (13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990 / Cardiff / Wales)
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Hot and Cold
A woman who my mother knows
Came in and took off all her clothes.
Said I, not being very old,
'By golly gosh, you must be cold!'
'No, no!' she cried. 'Indeed I'm not!
I'm feeling devilishly hot!'
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
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