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Sally

Sally gave me an eggroll
when business had died-down.

One small and glistening eggroll
to take away my frown.

Thank you Sally; you generous Sally,
whom the dollar has no meaning.

You've bent the rules and made man fools;
and taken them out for cleaning.

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