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This is not a poem. It is an exposé of the shady company, Samsung.
After much run-around, Samsung would not replace my oven door after all. They had me send them the pictures of how it looked, and when I did, they said they would not pay because it was 'physical damage'.
It's like they think I hit it with a hammer or something. Why would I do that?
I will NEVER buy another Samsung product. When my phone wears out or needs replacing, I will get an Apple I-Phone or a Motorola or something. If I ever need a new TV, it will probably be a Vizio or a Sony.
I don't think Samsung makes vacuum cleaners, but if they do, it's their only product that doesn't suck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, what shall we do? The stove was new, just barely a few months old. The glass door was cracked like it had been hacked while stove was turned off and cold.. The store said to call the maker, but all the maker would do was state, We will not replace the door. A disgrace! Now Samsung's the brand I hate.
Great poem, Grace. You should post it on your own page.