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GUMBALL MINE
Here, I've been When I've been Dispair As easy obtain, is love refrain From the Gumball Machine. Pretty reds, whites, oranges, and blues Yelllows, purples, greens, pinks, and hues Multicolored potentials Ready For dispense. Recompense For a quarter Chewed Until too tough The jaws hurt Sweetness Runs out. Machines share no blame The quarter deposited Delivered For a time To, on gumballs dine. Chance with hearts pressed Under tables Accompanied by other masticated Pouts Or never be without The potential for Cavities.
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