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That I'm Unsure Of

Doughs in the oven sure they'll rise, Muffins array a scene of decadence, Will it be a sin not to indulge? That however, I'm unsure of. Squirrels with acorns sure they'll bury, And drench them in honey like Chip and Dale, Won't the lovely nuts turn stale? That however, I am unsure of. Cash or credit sure they'll ask, For bills at the counter will not pass, Will they instead accept coupons? That however, I am unsure of. Thin lips sure they'll be filled, Not with kind words a face anew, Kould this be a shade I just threw? That however, I am unsure of.

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