Best Dispensing Poems

I sit in the back corner of a dark musty warehouse now
Discarded, forgotten, despised, unwelcome, bereft.
No one has been in this place for at least sixty years.

Once upon a time in my heyday I was revered and petted.
Children squealed with delight as they approached.
They laughed...

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(~R ain   o ds    ver    th~~~~)
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