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My answer to BOOM's puzzle
(TIN) FOILED AGAIN ! A tiny orb that's made of tin, Well - foil - to be exact. Has passed between us many times, Since first the ball was packed. You put it in my cup of tea, I put it in your clock. You flew the coop for brighter lights, So I hid it in your socks. You gave it back to me, my son, Cooked in a chocolate egg. And I returned it through the post, From 'Glady Foil', not 'Meg'. Where is that little ball of tin? I've not seen for a while. I'll know when you have passed it back, By your coy, mischievious smile.
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