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I whipped

me up

some Giggle Jots

skipped the quip

stirred the pot

rollin’ floor

in sin o’ men

chaffed my batch

dropped in tin

cooked ‘em

‘til they bounced

from pan

into palm

burnt my hand

next time I’ll buy



save some dough,

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