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Raunt
Bugs.
Bugs are bad. They make me mad. They creep and crawl all over.
Up my sleeve! Down my shirt! Oh mr. bug you're such a flirt.
I scratch, I slap, I stomp, I wave. I want them all in tiny graves.
When snow comes flying, and oh it will, 
I hope you bugs become landfill.


Rave
People who enjoy their jobs. I love it when I deal with someone who loves their job. It's so obvious. They are genuine. A conversation can be serious and professional (yes, that is out of stock, my apologies, but perhaps this would work instead), or lighthearted and empathetic (sorry! that drives me crazy, too; hope it doesn't happen again). They don't say too much (oh yeah, my daughter needs this shampoo, too, or her hair looks like hell), or too little (nope! don't have it). They are "just right". Thank you people who enjoy your jobs!