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Elasticity Test
You make it a trial to stay true With every however long it is that I don't hear from you. You push to see how far my patience will expand, But it may surprise you to discover : Not every part of me is made of rubber band. You're betting I'm so nice to let you get your way and get away with this. But I'm not so dumb I won't catch on, wash my hands of glycerol, drop you by the way, and be done with it.
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