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Lollipop

Red green yellow and orange Sitting on the bench with grape. To no surprise. I have strawberry The slide was curved to the right Making a splash the sprinkles drop. The lollipop hops, And the slippery slope skittles. Late to its place Now last, I take the first and make the pounds. Green, I say. The smiles become laughter. The swings were swinging and the the wind was blowing, I could Feel the dust particles rub against my face. On the sand a drop. Where did the lollipop go? Is it hidden, gasp! Make the sand into a cylinder, and it will become a pop. I will bring the lolli and the flavor of lemon. Taste.

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