The Gumball Machine
Chink! One quarter in the machine ...
Crank! Crank! Crank!
Gumballs tumble ...
Plunk! ... I got one! ... Open the door.
Why was it always ...
Never the color I wanted?
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2022
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