Juan Olivarez (september 12 / nyssa oregon)
Red painted gumball dispenser sits in the corner,
Myriads of colors, all one size.
Beckoning seductively at you.
Small fingerprints all over the glass.
Attest to previous admirers.
Drop in a nickel,
Get a gumball in return.
Cherry, lemon, raspberry, orange, even good old licorice.
Enticing, calling your name,
The gumball machine.
6/25/11 Alton Texas
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