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PUMPKIN SPICE LATTES ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once there were three squirrels, Charlie, Bruce, and Brice Pumpkin spice was their ultimate vice. They searched high and low, hoarded every gourd, Found them at Sprouts Marketplace, “Oh My Lord!” "This place is a squirrel's paradise!" One day they discovered Starbucks drive-through From then on, their autumnal obsession grew and grew With pumpkin spice lattes galore, They usually drank at least three or four. Till one day Brice noticed he no longer wore a size two. Then he met the barista babe named Imma Lou “Pumpkin spice lattes, I’m through with you! But Imma liked his chunky cheeks. “You’re my boo!” So she hired him and his pals to be on her crew. Now they are employees of the month. Who knew?!”
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