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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Gumball fetish (y) you go!