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With a pair of sunglasses on my head, and a volleyball in my arms, I went on my way, I marched ahead. It would prove to be a funny day, an unexpected one for sure, this particular afternoon in the middle of May. With a pair of sunglasses on my head, and a cold drink in my bag, I continued my way, and marched ahead. Unexpectedly, to say the least, I ran into a gerbil on the road. In addition to it all, his shirt was creased. With a pair of sunglasses on my head, And a gerbil by my side, I continued my way, and marched ahead. Expectedly so, you have made it clear, a gerbil in a shirt, is not what you expected to hear. With a pair of sunglasses on my head, And your doubts in my ears, I continued my way, and marched ahead. My companion called out to some friends. Two more gerbils to be sure, waiting for us, neatly perched on a fence. With a pair of sunglasses on my head, and a stick of gum in my mouth, I watched the gerbils play, until the sky turned red. LINE COUNT: 27
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